Wicked Ways (Dark Hearts Book 1) by Cari Silverwood Page A

nose.
    Why did she call to me like this?
    I thought perhaps it was because she wasn’t simply susceptible – it was because she was able to resist. That potential I saw in her, to thwart mesmer commands, was what I’d hoped to use. I might’ve trained her to resist even harder. Except Reuben was a run-of-the-mill pervert and didn’t need killing.
    I leaned forward anyway. Even if the evidence wasn’t before me, I could taste her arousal in my mind. She was frightened, terrified of losing her self , of being forever enslaved, and she was craving what I could give her.
    I should wait and take her when he tired of her.
    Right now, in this instant, her plump, reddened labia needed a man’s attention.
    “How are you feeling, Zorie?” I grinned at her huffed exasperation. “Tell me precisely. What do you want?” Then I said the word that would frustrate her the most. “Truth.”
    A few seconds later, her muffled reply reached me. “Horny. Scared.”
    I was sure there was more. Another female would have trotted out every detail by now. She was indeed a challenge.
    I’d not had a challenge from a woman...since forever.
    That was such a weird fact that I paused to think it through.
    I couldn’t take her but there were other possibilities that would amuse me.
    Playing with her would lessen her fears as well as satisfy my need to mess with this little defiant woman.
    I loved the idea of making her mine without, quite, making her mine.
    Slowly, I leaned forward. With one elbow on my knee, I reached out and put my finger on her where her lower lips joined below her asshole, she flinched. A second later, I began to weave my fingertip downward, toying with her lips as my fingertip descended. My finger roved over hill and dale, almost fucking her, then not. I could see every clench of her cunt and the slow seepage of wetness from her entrance.
    That and a woman who groaned whenever I found her hole but journeyed onward?
    Fucking gorgeous.
    “When I first began handling women like you...”
    I played some more, as I spoke, sliding my finger in her moisture, painting her inner thighs, going around her anus but ignoring her protruding clit, except to circle it, once or twice, at a distance.
    “...I used my will like stone. With you I’m using enough to keep you kneeling. Only that. I want to see your animal responses. With your clothes on, you can pretend to be polite and naive, but with me, naked and with your cunt in my face, you’re going to be my whore, and all because you want to be.”
    This time I thought I caught the twist in her mind that seemed to signal oncoming resistance. I’m sure my eyes widened.
    She choked as she said her words. “I’m not. Your whore.”
    Was that a fluke? That I felt that in her mind?
    “No?”
    I focused on her ass, on the delectable swell of her butt and I ran my unoccupied hand down her side. Smooth, pretty skin. The awesome soft give of female flesh.
    Without warning, I worked two fingers into her. Her walls clamped down, but I burrowed them in, fucking her sopping wet cunt ever-deeper.
    Her little grunts and whimpers were music to my neglected cock and it pulsed. “One day, Miss Zorie, I’m going to fuck you properly.”
    Another whimper, and a squirm of her ass, made me smile.
    “Changed your mind? Would you like my cock now?” I said that quietly as I squeezed a third finger inside. “Answer me.”
    Already she was shoving herself backward onto my fingers and shuddering as she did so. She sucked in a few more gasps, before grudgingly answering me.
    “Yes.”
    “Uh-uh. My name. Say thank you for fucking me, Mister Black.”
    Her head lowered all the way to the floor before she muttered it, muffled by the rug and her body. “Thank you. For fucking me. Mister Black.”
    A hot thrill ran all the way to my balls. That sounded good, coming from her. With her, getting obedience was like extracting information under torture. Sweet torture.
    Though Reuben had left a few bite marks