Cherise Sinclair - Edge of the Enforcer

“I said when I wanted. Choose—do I fuck you here or at your house?”

Oh my effing God . Only a sneaky weasel-dog like him would pull such a stunt. She’d hankered after him forever, and yet the thought of being with him dried the spit in her mouth.

She jerked her gaze from his intent one and saw Sir Ethan behind him. Watching. As a dungeon monitor, he could tell deVries to go jump in a lake. He lifted one eyebrow.

But…she’d participated in the games last summer. And lost. There hadn’t been any time limit on collecting the prize.

DeVries stood silently, letting her think. His gray-green eyes showed no expression.

Under Dark Haven’s rules, she could safeword if she was really scared…only it would be a cheat. She wasn’t past her limit. He hadn’t done anything yet. But under his hard gaze, she sure felt like a newborn calf trapped by a wolf.

She shook her head at Sir Ethan and said to deVries, “Fine.”

“Where?”

Heavens . Let him take her here—where all those submissives would watch? Uh-uh. Home? Unease made her bite her lip. What could he learn about her there? Not much, actually. Thank goodness it wasn’t really her place. “Home.”

He looked a little surprised, then nodded.

Aw heck, she was going to have sex with the Enforcer. Maybe it was only for an hour or so, but… he wants me. A thrill shot through her and made her quiver.

And lit his eyes with amusement.

Her Pacific Heights place was fairly close, and yet she always felt nervous when outside in the open. What if Travis finds me and sets someone up with a rifle? She never managed to relax until she was out of the parking garage and safe in the secured building.

Her heart rate was still elevated when the doorman greeted her with his usual Miss Lindsey , and she led deVries into the elevator.

On the way up to her floor, he frowned at her and tilted her face up. “If you’re this scared, maybe you should back out.”

“Huh?” God, he thought she was afraid of him. “Oh. Right. Parking garages make me jumpy.”

After a long regard, he nodded. The elevator doors opened. As they walked down the hall to the overly ornate, very gorgeous condo, he set his hand on her lower back. The warmth of his palm went right through the denim wraparound dress to sear her skin, blasting away any thought of fear. The knowledge his powerful hands would restrain her body in a few minutes made the very air of the hallway shimmer with heat.

After she ushered him in, he strolled across the living room and silently took in the view of the Ferry Building and the Bay Bridge. Down below, the city sparkled with lights. “Pretty pricy digs, little girl.”

“I like them,” she said lightly. It had been an unanticipated dream when a rich friend of Xavier’s left for Europe and needed a condo-sitter. Although the Italianate décor was stuffy—at least to her mind—everything was oh, so luxurious. Even the fancy house Victor had owned in San Antonio didn’t compare.

Abandoning the view, deVries turned. Utterly confident and masculine, he looked at her, taking her in at his leisure, until she could almost feel his attention stroking against her skin. “Lose the dress.” His voice was level. Unreadable. “Kneel there and wait for me.”

Oh. Man . Her fingers fumbled with the dress’s ties as every nerve in her body started to dance.

***

The surroundings didn’t please deVries. Cold and formal—very different from the warm little submissive kneeling in the living room. But the view over the Bay was a plus. Maybe he’d do her there, looking down at the lights of the city.

He studied her for a minute.

Fast, shallow breathing. The flush on her lightly tanned cheeks deepened with his perusal. He could see her nipples were hard under the fuzzy bra. Her hands on her thighs weren’t palm up as he liked, but were turned over, her fingers digging into the skin. Nervous. Excited. Maybe a little scared.

She should be.

“What the hell were you thinking letting a stranger into your home?”

Her startled gaze met his. “You’re not a stranger. I know you.”

“Hardly. I could break your pretty neck.”

Her lips curved slightly. “Bless your heart; you’re worried about me, aren’t you?”

“About your common sense.”

“I’ve never brought�� I mean, I’m careful. Abby was on reception and knows you’re here…so Xavier will also know.” Her smile disappeared. “I’m not completely stupid. Xavier and Simon are your friends.”

“You’re smarter than you look.”

Her glare was pretty ineffective considering her cat ears had slid sideways. “If you’re through insulting me, how about I give you a blowjob and we call this quits?”

Fuck, she was cute when steamed. His hard-on had returned; his cock was past ready for relief. Pity that, since he had no intention of rushing. Not with this little submissive. However, she needed to learn that snark didn’t win a reward. Not in his universe. “If you’re so eager, you can start with a blowjob.” He stepped in front of her. “Go on.”

Her flush was more from anger now than arousal, but her gaze lowered. And she leaned away from him.

Hell . Even for him, he was being an asshole. He dropped to one knee and lifted her chin. Confused brown eyes met his. Setting his hand on her shoulder, he bent and kissed her gently. Pulled back an inch. “Check the attitude, baby, yeah?”

She gave a tiny sigh and nodded. Her eyes were liquid and soft—anger gone. There it was…she wanted him.

He ran his tongue over her lips, felt them part, and took her mouth. Jesus Christ, she had soft lips. Her body was vibrating with anticipation. Nice.

This time when he rose to his feet, she leaned forward. Her eager, graceful hands undid the buttons of his leathers, releasing him. Fuck, the freedom felt good.

She started to take him in her mouth, and he made a reproving noise. “Tongue first. Hands on my thighs.”

Gripping his legs, she licked around his dick, tracing the veins, teasing the head, the slit. Pink heightened the color in her cheeks, and her knees squeezed together. Nice. She liked giving blowjobs. “Take me in your mouth.”

Her annoyed look at his direction was totally bogus. She moved one hand to direct his cock toward her.

“Hands stay on my legs.”

“Sheesh,” she said under her breath. After some awkward fumbling, she got his cock in her mouth, and damn, the feeling of being engulfed in steamy softness almost made him lose control. A tiny purr vibrated through her throat and into his dick. She bobbed her head up and down, her little tongue swirling, taking her time. Trying to tease him.

Uh-uh. Letting her have too much control wasn’t good for either of them.

So he leaned forward and bracketed her head with his hands. His slightly bent position tilted his shaft in a better angle for her throat, and he used her hair to guide her. He slowed so his control couldn’t get fucked up, then went faster.

When her fingernails dug into his legs despite the leather, he grinned. She appeared submissive enough in the club—however, he’d only seen her in lightweight scenes. He wondered how much she really surrendered.

By the time he was through with her tonight, she’d give him everything.

LINDSEY HELD ON to Devries’s legs, trying to think. Couldn’t. Her mouth was filled with his cock. His ruthless fist in her hair took all control from her, and every thought in her brain kept swirling away.

He thrust harder, pulling her head down on him, hitting the back of her throat. She struggled to suppress her gag reflex and swallowed to increase his pleasure. His guttural groan sent a shiver of delight through her. He wouldn’t let her offer him less than he wanted—and God, she loved knowing that. And loved trying to give him more than he thought he could get.