If I was a better man, I’d command her to go—to turn around and return to her rooms, far away from me. But I wasn’t a man.
I was No One and as our eyes met, I fell completely under her spell. I did my best to slow my pulse from my late night swim.
It didn’t work.
My heart decided it wouldn’t calm, not now she’d bewitched me with her immortal strength and fragile hope and the way her damn eyes dove into mine. Not now I felt tethered to her in a way I never thought I would again.
Tension poured into being, waking around our ankles, getting thicker the longer we stared.
Pim stood there silently judging, waiting, watching.
I should put her on the helicopter and drop her off at the nearest police station. Fuck my past. I had the Phantom. I could outrun the law for long enough.
So why did the very thought of sending her away hurt something inside that I thought was long dead?
Tell her to go back to her fucking room.
Coming to a stop in front of me, Pimlico bowed her head and clasped her hands loosely. The goddess herself prayed before me—for what I didn’t know—but she looked celestial and chills ran over my skin, adding to my previous layer of goosebumps.
It was no longer about how beautiful or broken she was. My attraction for her had exceeded normal barriers; I didn’t know how to deal with that.
Get away from me, Pim.
Before I do something we’ll both regret.
Her chest rose and fell as if she’d heard me, her hair silky and sensual, cascading over her shoulder.
My muscles tensed as she slowly reached up, her hands disappearing beneath her hair to tug at the loose knot holding the sheet.
My chair creaked as I tensed.
The white cotton fell in a quicksilver cascade, puddling on the deck.
Christ.
Her eyes met mine, her chin tilted in regal power.
Her nakedness wasn’t vulnerability. It was her strength. The one thing she’d claimed as her weapon. She stood before me bare and unyielding and fucking decimated me with how much I wanted her.
I sucked in a breath, my cock hardening to the point of agony. I should’ve stood up the moment she arrived. I should've slung a towel over my waist so she wouldn’t be appalled with the lust I had suffered when lust had been what hurt her. But sitting on the deck chair with my legs sprawled in front of me, there was no hiding my arousal.
Her gaze dropped to my crotch, her jaw tightening. Shadows crossed her eyes, faint lines etching her mouth as if she argued some internal debate.
And then, she thudded to her knees.
She winced at the hard wood on already punished bones.
My stomach clenched to sit upright and pick her up, terrified she’d tripped.
But her hands shot forward, one landing on my chest to keep me reclined, the other grasping my waistband and pulling.
My cock leapt free from its confinements, not caring about right or wrong.
What the—
Before I could stop her, she inserted my length into her mouth.
Holy.
Fucking.
Jesus.
My mind collapsed as her hot wet mouth sucked me hard. She didn’t tease. She didn’t toy. Her hands slipped over me as her lips followed, sucking me deep, turning me brain dead.
Instinct roared into control. Pent-up desire unleashing and taking ownership. My hips thrust up as my hand landed on her head. Somewhere in the back of sanity, I noticed how soft her hair felt. How she bobbed over me. How fucking good her tongue worked my crown.
I didn’t think about her injury.
I didn’t think about her past.
All I thought about was how goddamn good she felt. What a magician she was with her tongue and fingers and mouth.
Every blood cell relocated in my cock, throbbing for more. And she gave it to me as if she understood my body more than I did.
Her tongue swiped again, dancing around the tip, dragging a ragged groan from deep inside me.
I couldn’t fight.
I couldn’t win.
My legs widened as she shuffled closer on her knees. Her hair blanketed my thighs as she kept my ocean-damp boxer-briefs pulled away while her other hand dropped over my stomach to cup my balls below.
She drove me insane.
I shivered with every touch and lick.
It’d been a age since I’d been with a woman. Been with a willing woman.
The word ‘willing’ shot into my head, tearing through my lust.
Pimlico was a woman, but was she willing?
Why was her mouth on me? Her tongue tasting me; her hand superbly working me to come?
Why was she on her knees after a lifetime of hell with another man?
Shit.
My teeth gritted as I dropped my hand from her scalp to her chin. It fucking killed me, but I summoned every decency I had left and tugged her away.
My body trembled. Pre-cum rippled as she sucked harder, refusing to move.
I pulled harder, battling so many things at once.
I wanted to throw her down and fuck her beneath the open sky. I wanted to hit her to get her far away from me so I could gather my tattered thoughts and make sense of this.
I wanted her to stop.