Free Iron Cross: The Dartmouth Cobras #6 by Bianca Sommerland

seen him as a challenge. It wasn’t a game he played. “Enjoy the rest of your evening, Chicklet.”
    His hand was on the doorknob when she spoke. “I should still thank you.”
    All he had to do was open the door and walk away, pretend he hadn’t heard her, but her teasing tone made the edges of his lips quirk. No form of thanks would involve him submitting to her. He faced her, one eyebrow raised in question.
    The intimidating goddess she played within these walls had given way to a woman wh o moved with a sultry sway, a medusa that turned his cock turn to stone. He leaned against the door as she slid up to him and hooked her fingers to the waist of his leathers. “How will you thank me?”
    “There’s only one way I can think of that a woman can truly express gratitude to a man like you.” Her hand stroked the swell of his cock through the leather. “If you don’t object?”
    He closed his eyes as she continued to stroke him. “Why would I?”
    Her long fingers latched on to his zipper. Drew it down, one inch at a time, no rush. “A man like you can have almost anyone. But you won’t give up on the one you can’t have.”
    She knelt in front of him, gazing up in a way that made her look so much younger. Sweeter than he knew she was. But the illusion was enough to bring his guard down. He smiled and petted her short, silky hair, an earthy brown, like leaves covering the earth in the fall. When it came down to it, she was a woman and he was a man. T here were things they could do for one another.
    No need to make it more complicated. “ I won’t discuss this with you. There’s no reason for me to say no to what you offer; that’s all you need to know.”
    “That’s fine.” She let out a lust -filled sigh as she wrapped her hand around him. “For a man who’s known for his appetites, you’ve been very hands-off lately.”
    He groaned as she ran he r tongue up the underside of his cock, her gaze on his face. His body didn’t care about following the conversation, but his brain held on for as long as possible. “I know what I want.”
    “And who?” She pressed a soft kiss to the head of his dick. Her red lipstick left a smudge on his flesh, but with the way the blood darkened his skin, it almost blended in. She licked the bead of precum leaking from the slit at the tip of his cock. “Do you want me, Raif?”
    Her mouth was hot as it covered him, so wet, so fucking perfect. His mind shut down as she sucked and swallowed, picking up speed as her saliva slicked his length. He forced his eyes open to see Laura, but he’d gone too far to even begin to understand the knowing smile on her lips. He fisted his hands in Chicklet’s hair and groaned out the last word he was capable of.
    “ Yes .”
     
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    He’s all mine.
    Chicklet smiled even as she moved her hands to Raif’s hips, using nothing but her mouth to toy with him. He was so close and it wouldn’t take long to send him over the edge.
    She worked her tongue against the ridge under the head of his dick. Moved her lips up and down, feeling her panties grow damp as the power enveloped her. Few understood the control a woman had on her knees, but she’d always been aware of it. She hadn’t played this kind of game in a very long time—at one time, it had been her second favorite sport. Raif was no different than the men she’d amused herself with when she’d started as a Domme. Arrogant and so sure he could have whatever he wanted.
    Making him question everything he’d ever believed would be easy. His arrogance would be his downfall, and if she gave a shit about how much he’d doubt himself after, she wouldn’t be doing this. But he’d done the one thing she wouldn’t tolerate.
    No one fucks with my friends.
    As she went through the motions, bringing one hand back to the base of his cock to squeeze so he wouldn’t come, she let her thoughts drift. Laura knew her well enough to get what she was doing, but Tyler had never seen