Mr. Bossy Devil (Alphalicious Billionaires Boss 2)

To his credit, Raiden knows what he’s doing. I don’t want to think about how he got the experience or the fact that I can’t possibly measure up to the perfect looking women he’s been with—women who have money, talent, fame, and more. Women who are basically unattainable to the rest of us. For the most part, I’m successful, partly because Raiden is doing things with his tongue that I didn’t think were humanly possible.

Just when I think he’s done about everything he could, he curls his tongue and thrusts it up inside me. The lady cave has never had a tongue inside her that felt like that. Full. My god, I feel so full. How can his tongue do that?

Raiden makes a noise of pleasure low in his throat. There’s a suckling, slurping sound that I’m embarrassed is coming from me. The wet sounds of him eating me make me want to push his face away and run for cover because it’s so light out, and I’m half-naked here, and we’re in the middle of the woods, and I know I’m far from perfect, and what if I taste weird?

My tirade of self-doubt gets cut off when Raiden goes back to attacking my clit with his tongue. This time, he lets his fingers in on the action. He curls not one, but two fingers inside me, and holy, if I thought I was full before…

He does perfect things with those fingers. He thrusts slowly, letting me savor the sensations before he curls one finger and hits the spot inside me that is like a magic button. Between that and what he’s doing with his tongue, it makes all the wicked, furious heat boiling and curling inside me explode.

When I come, I don’t know if I make a weird face, if the sky falls in, or if the earth truly is moving or not. I just know it feels good. So, so good. I’ve never felt anything this good. This might be a life-ending kind of good—certainly life-altering. I’m not sure my body is even still together.

When I open my eyes, I expect to find some gory scene with bits and pieces of me scattered all over since it felt like I fell apart, but all I see is Raiden smirking up at me with a very satisfied grin on his face.

“I told you that I could make you scream,” he informs me.

I guess maybe there really is such a thing as karma because something black and huge goes clicking through the air and lands straight on Raiden’s forehead. I open my mouth to show him what a real scream is because that thing looks like a dang cockroach or something, with huge antennas and a big black shell, but then the bastard bug opens its pincers and literally takes a chunk of skin right out of Raiden’s forehead. That takes the wind right out of me, and my scream gets frozen in my throat.

“What the…ouch!” Raiden slaps madly at his forehead, right as I bring my hand back and swing. Too hard. I hit him, smack dab in the middle of the forehead, and the sound of skin smacking skin rings through the woods.

The bug must have gone flying when Raiden slapped at it. I withdraw in horror, and when I see the blood…oh my god, when I see the blood, I nearly pass out.

Raiden stares at me, staring at the blood on my hand. He then lifts a trembling hand to his forehead, brings it down and stares at it. I’m not sure what happens then—if the bug was some type of poisonous bastard or if it hit a nerve that is lethal—but Raiden’s eyes roll up in his forehead, and he slumps backward in a heap on the ground.CHAPTER 13RaidenWhen I come out of a black, hazy fog, Zoe’s face is just inches from mine. She’s crouched down, her brows nearly knit together, and her eyes wide with worry. Oh, and I realize she’s put her clothes back on.

I swipe a hand up to my forehead and stare anxiously at the smear of red on my fingertips. “What happened?”

“This crazy black beetle looking bug bit you. I think it was one of those spruce beetles the people from the lodge kept telling us to look out for. The thing flew out of nowhere, and it made that weird clicking noise they were talking about. I only realized after it bit you that it must be one since they said it might take a real chunk out of you.”

“Nice. I love having a bite taken out of my crime.”

“Did you pass out because it’s poisonous? They never said it was poisonous.” Zoe starts working her bottom lip between her teeth. Her hands churn around in the air around me without even touching me. I realize I’m sitting up. How the heck did I get to be sitting up? Did I pass out and land flat on my ass?