Taking Her Innocence (Killer of Kings 1)

“Take off your shirt,” he said. “I want to see your tits.”

She actually didn’t argue, tugging the shirt off over her head and tossing it on the sofa. Fuck, she looked good enough to eat, all soft curves and milky flesh. Pepper was youth and innocence personified. And he had to claim her, even though he knew he didn’t deserve her.

“You’re not shy anymore?”

Pepper shook her head. “You’re the first man to make me feel beautiful in my own skin. I hope you weren’t lying.”

He rubbed his rock-hard erection pressing diagonally behind his jogging pants. “I don’t need to lie. If I didn’t want you, I wouldn’t have let you put your hands on me.”

“Do you want me now?”

Viper growled, tugging her against his body. He’d never taken a virgin before, and for the past few days he hadn’t thought of much else. “No more waiting, baby girl. Tonight I make you mine.” He scooped her up into the cradle of his arms, and she let out a cute little squeal. The condo was dark now, only the lights of the city casting their glow through the many windows. He kicked open his bedroom door, and dropped her on the bed.

“I’ll get protection,” he said.

She shook her head. “I’m on the pill for my periods. I want to feel you. The real you.”

He stared down at her naked body, her chest rising and falling in deep, rapid waves. Her blonde hair fanned out over his navy sheets, and her feminine scent had taken over his room. There was uncertainty in her eyes, but also trust. He liked that.

“It’s going to be long night,” he warned. Viper licked his lips, not sure where he’d start first, but knowing he wouldn’t stop until Pepper screamed his name.

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Pepper stared up at the hulk of a man looming over her. He was a bad boy, hardcore, and dangerous. The man was a killer for hire. But she felt safe, and a little bit in love. She could empathize with him now that she’d been given a glimpse of his past. Everyone had a story, and his explained a lot.

She studied all his dark tattoos, the hard ridges of his muscles, and the intensity in his eyes. Every place he looked, burned with need. Pepper was close to begging, but bit her tongue and waited anxiously for his touch. And, she hoped, his kiss.

He braced one hand on the bed, the mattress sinking. With the other, he painted a line from her ankle to her hip. Then he brushed the backs of his fingers back down along her inner thigh, making her tremble.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as if mesmerized by the sight of her. Pepper never expected to find a man who would actually appreciate her rather than tolerate her. It was empowering and healing.

He shifted slightly, supporting an arm on either side of her. Viper leaned down and nuzzled her neck, breathing in deeply and releasing a

near-growl. Why wasn’t he taking what he wanted? How could a killer be so controlled?

Pepper reached up and smoothed her hands over his powerful shoulders. “You have so many tattoos,” she said. She never wanted to stop feeling him, savoring the warmth and firmness of his muscles. “Do they mean anything?”

He trailed his lips along her collarbone, a feather light caress. Her nipples were hard and achy, but he never touched her where she needed him most. He was driving her crazy.

“Just old demons. Better on my skin than inside messing with my head.”

Viper crawled lower, kissing along her center, making her quiver with need. When he reached the apex of her thighs, she tensed. “Relax, baby. You’re mine, so I’m going to enjoy every inch of you.”

He spread her legs apart, leaving her so exposed. She felt the cool air swirl against her folds. When he swiped his tongue along her pussy, she cried out and grasped the sheets on either side of her. She’d never felt anything so electric in her life. Viper delved in, licking and sucking as he held her knees open. He sounded like an animal, completely focused on her cunt. “God, you’re fucking sweet, baby girl. Soft and sweet and perfect.” His voice was a deep baritone, a man on the edge. He flicked her hyper-sensitive bud with his tongue, over and over, making her buck her hips. How could any man be this talented? She closed her eyes, spiraling out of control, barely able to handle the intense pressure building inside of her.

“Viper, I can’t take any more!”

He gave her no reprieve, fucking her with his tongue, feasting on her pussy like a starved man. When she thought she’d die from the intensity, she reached a new plateau where everything felt delicious, each pleasure magnified. Pepper’s heart raced, and she knew she wouldn’t last long. She remembered the shower, and knew this orgasm would win hands down. But before she could explode, he pulled back.

Viper was massive as he rose up, his shadow swallowing her whole. His chest heaved, and his eyes looked feral like wolf spotting its prey. It turned her on even more. She’d never be satisfied with a good boy, not after Viper.

“Why’d you stop?” she managed to ask. He’d stolen that beautiful orgasm away. She wanted it back, needed the relief more than breath.

“I want you to come around my cock,” he said, kicking off his jogging pants.

Pepper stared at his erect cock. It jutted out, massive and heavy, dark and ribbed. Would it even fit inside of her? She was anxious but also ever so turned on. “You’re big.”

He smirked. “Don’t think you can handle me?”