Pretty Perfect Toy -- A Temptation Court Novel (Temptation Court, Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

body…but more vividly, my mind…and my spirit.
    Taking me. Breaking me. Wide open…
    “You will pleasure me.”
    “What else?”
    “You will fuck me.”
    “And…?”
    “You will—” The words turn into a tight swallow.
    He dips his head. Sinks teeth into my neck. “I will do what ?”
    “You will make me come.”
    He licks the abrasions along my carotid. “How many times?”
    I swallow hard. By the Creator, he does not hold back a single, dirty syllable of what turns me on the most…soaks my channel, dominates my mind…consumes me with longing for nothing else, nobody else, but him.
    “How many times, Mishella?”
    “As—as many times as you say.”
    A sound of rough satisfaction rumbles through him. “As I shall say.” Candlelight plays across his face, flickers in his eyes, turns his mouth into sensual cruelty. As the night deepens, my golden demon thrives. “As I shall dictate before watching you crumble for me, piece by perfect…fucking…piece.” He emphasizes with defined lunges, ensuring the head of his cock delivers the meaning deep inside my sex.
    “Yes…Cassian.” I do not wait for his prompt now. I simply know it is what he wishes…just as he sees completely inside me, and knows every detail of every passion I have—perhaps I ever will have. A distinct possibility, since I cannot think of wanting anything else but this—or anyone but him.
    He pulls back. Swirls his wet crown along my most tender folds. Pushes his thumbs in, so my erection is stimulated by every inch of his.
    Plunges once more inside. Then back out, repeating his torturous teases…
    “Powers that be …”
    “ Not them .” His snarl burns the front of my neck, the curve of my chin, my slightly parted lips. “ Who do you beg for this, Mishella?”
    “You.” I make the amendment on a gasp. “I beg you, Cassian.”
    “Then do it.” He is back inside, taking me with swift passion, hurling us both into our special, spectral space—where the universe peels back and we are exposed, as naked as if we are doing this skin-to-skin…soul-to-soul.
    “Please.” The command in his stare turns it into a shaking rasp. “ Please , Cassian.”
    “Please…what?” He growls it out but punctuates with a hitched breath. Half-second gloat. He might be covering it in black dagger attitude, but this is just as mind-blowing for him as it is me. Six weeks and two days after receiving my birth control injection, we are now able to fully enjoy its benefits—which should be Benefits , capital B .
    “Please, Cassian. Let me come!”
    He shifts his hands to my hips—controlling their motions as well as his. Setting our pace. “You need it bad, armeau ?”
    “Dammit! Yes ; you know I do.” I cannot quell my frustration. How is he able to hold back from this? From giving us both what we want…and need? The answer is non-essential—as soon as he releases my right hip long enough to reach beneath and swat that butt cheek. “Ahhh! What—”
    “That wasn’t begging.”
    “Dammit.” I am not so nice about the repeat. He answers with a new pound of his lips over mine. Our tongues battle. Our mouths wrestle. By the time we break apart, we are breathing hard—and fucking harder. His desire ropes around me. His heat soaks into me. His cock controls me—completely.
    My world narrows, becoming only the light of our union…the lightning of his body, striking over and over again, promising a cataclysmic cloud break…
    “Oh…” I choke it out, fingernails making tracks down his spine, emulating the electricity building along mine. “All right; all right ! I am begging. I am begging .”
    “For what?” He kisses me again. His lips are gentler but his breaths are sharper. “You know what I want, Mishella.”
    I gulp again. Dammit, I do know. He wants the words. Not just any syllables. He wants all the filthy, naughty phrases from my dark, dirty fantasies…the fantasies only he knows how to fulfill…
    “I am begging…”
    He