Sexual Deception (New Adult Interracial Romance, Bad for You Series Vol #1) by Kenya Wright Read Free Book Online Page B

thing that ever happened to me, but I'd had better nights. I yanked her down to the ground, got on top of her, and held her hands to the floor. “You're not getting cheesecake now and I made a delicious chocolate chip one.”
    Panting, she dug her nails into my hands and kicked her legs at me. We wrestled on the floor, grappling like mixed martial art fighters. I couldn't keep a steady hold on her and she could never truly get away. She flipped. I rolled. She dipped. I dived. Her dress ripped in the best places and exposed black lace against that chocolate skin.
    After minutes of struggling against each other, her skirt rode up to her waist. She paused under me with her legs spread open and me lying on top of her. Every time she squirmed under me, it incited thunder bolts of lust to my groin.
    She panted, “Are you enjoying yourself?”
    “Now that you've stopped injuring my dick, yes.”
    She relaxed her body and gazed up at the ceiling. “What are we doing?”
    “Surviving.”
    “Is that what's getting hard between my thighs, survival?”
    “It could be.” I shouldn't have, but I rubbed my stiffness up against her.
    She bit her bottom lip. “You should stop that.”
    “Why?” My dick begged me to let him out of my jeans. “Is it because you're bad for me?”
    “Real bad.”
    I drank in that enchanting face—big brown eyes, high cheek bones, full lips, and skin that made me want to caress it. “Is that what happened to Miguel? Did he get a taste of that bad pussy?”
    “Let go of my hands and let me show you what I let him taste.”
    “No.” I tilted her way and captured her mouth. Even crazier, she took what I gave her, sucking on my tongue as I slid it between her lips. All thoughts of survival disappeared as my brain cells rushed to my cock. Groaning, I shifted both of her small wrists to one hand and slipped my other hand down to her breasts.
    Damn. She might be the death of me.
    Those mounds were more than two handfuls. They reminded me of soft pillows. Her nipples pebbled under my exploring. A soft whimper came from her.
    But is it real or fake?
    Her body reacted like a turned-on woman. Those nipples pushed up against her bra's lacy material. Her legs widened more as if inviting me to come inside. I was ten seconds away from yanking my dick out and giving it to her. Ten seconds. But my gut jumped into the scene, splashing cold logic on my face.
    I ceased with touching and kissing her. “You are bad.”
    She stared up at me with sleepy eyes. Her chest rose and fell like her heart raced fast within.
    “Are you scared to try this pussy?”
    I dragged my gaze from those dreamy eyes down to those succulent legs. “Yes. I'm scared I'll die in the middle of fucking you.”
    “Smart man. It won't be the middle, but it'll definitely be after you make me come.” She wrapped one of her legs around me. I pressed my cock into her as need drummed a staccato pattern of hunger into me. It jumbled my thoughts into a ball of confusion.
    Why am I not fucking her again?
    “Could we agree to you trying to kill me after I come?” I asked.
    “No. Rule number one, never let them come. Those seconds right before a man's sperm spills out of his cock are the best times to slice his neck.”
    Oh yeah. That's why I'm not going to have sex with her. She's a goddamn killer.
    I swallowed and yearned to touch my own neck, just to make sure she hadn't somehow cut it while she talked.
    “So you never wait until after a guy comes. Why not?” I asked.
    “Because then clarity has returned.”
    “Hmmm.” I circled her nipple with my index finger. “How many guys have you had inside of you before you took their lives?”
    “Enough to make you blush.” Fury glazed over her eyes. “But you're asking the wrong
    questions, aren't you?”
    “How many guys did you let come inside of you?”
    “One.”
    “How many men have you had sex with and not slain them?”
    “One.”
    “Same man?”
    “Yes.” She avoided my