Purr Scent I: The Meeting (Purr Billionaire BDSM Trio, #1) Read Online Free PDF

since I saw your picture in the news announcing you as the new CEO,” Clark said. “I don't know what came over me. I just had to have you. This handkerchief was the closest thing I could have that touched your skin.”
    All cried out and stunned, she shook her head. “I can scarcely believe this!”
    “That I've had my sights on you for two years now?”
    Her expression hardened. “This isn't how you court a woman,” she seethed.
    “I'm not courting. I'm here to please.”
    “By imprisoning me and bringing out the slut in me?”
    Clark grimaced. “There's nothing wrong with a woman taking her pleasure.”
    “That's twisted! You—You beat me!” she spluttered.
    “You liked it.” He grinned, enjoying the rapid reddening of her cheeks.
    She pursed her lips. “You forced me.”
    “You begged. You said please.”
    “No, I blinked .” Her eyes shot daggers.
    “To the tune of 'Please fuck me, Sir.'” His lips curled at the memory.
    “Doesn't mean that those were the words that went through my head,” she huffed.
    “Oh, yeah?” No more Mister Nice Sir. He stood up and threw her back flat onto her desk. Pinning her there, he held her hands down beside her ears.
    “Goddammit, Clar—!”
    He swallowed her fumes with a fervent kiss, willing her to feel just how much he planned on pleasuring her sweet cunt. Their teeth smashed together when he quickly withdrew to prevent her from biting his lip. She was no damn butterfly. She was a jungle cat, a tiger, a fierce lioness.
    “Kitten,” he murmured, as he worked his lips down to latch onto a pink nipple. Teasing her succulent flesh made him hard. God, he could hardly wait to see the pink of her pussy and feel her slick tight heat fisting him again.
    “Don't 'kitten' me!” she growled.
    “That's so hot,” Clark said, breaking the latch. “When you grumble like that, the rumble gives your tits a nice quiver.” He bent down to lave a nipple. Choices, choices—left or right? Too bad, he didn't have two mouths to please both nipples at the same time.
    Mariah became quiet, but the silence was thick.
    Clark chuckled, glancing at a stony faced Mariah. “Cat got your tongue?”
    She glared at him, probably not wanting to cause her tits any more grief.
    He smirked and returned to his task, ambling lower to the luscious lips between her thighs. Keeping her hands pinned to the desk, he speared her with his tongue and lapped her slit. He nipped her inner thighs, licked her labia, and stopped shy of her clit. She squirmed to no avail as he continued to assault her senses, taking a whirl around her nub, and torturing her with the emptiness he knew she needed filled. Taking one of her hands to her crotch, he said, “Touch yourself.”
    “I'm not conspiring with you,” she spat through gritted teeth.
    “As you wish,” he said as he helped her stuff one of her fingers in her channel and slid in two of his own to cover her finger. He tempered her to agonizing heights, her thighs thrashing at either side of him, her arms resisting arrest. Excited gasps escaped her as he curled his fingers to direct hers and wrapped his palm upon her hand to exert indirect pressure to her clit.
    “Dammit!” she swore, striving to slide her moistened hand to her clit.
    Pleased, Clark removed her hand and pinned it back to the desk. Hovering over her, now face to face, he asked, “What was that you said?”
    “I said damn your fucking tease!” The quickening rise and fall of her chest only added to his amusement.
    “If you can still swear, then you're not pleased enough.” Grinning, Clark resumed his favorite torture tactic—orgasm denial. Ignoring her wet lips and engorged clit, he moved his hips, gyrating his hard cock against her belly.
    Mariah glared at him. “Don't you know you're being recorded?”
    His heart skipped a beat. Her poker face was good, but the turbulence in her eyes betrayed her. He narrowed his eyes. “Honesty, Mariah. Are we?”
    She swallowed. Her mouth