Shadow Ops: Danger's Desire (Kindle Worlds Novella) (A Shadow Ops Novella Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

leash’s loop. He guided Voodoo toward him. Her smoldering eyes glanced up and she flashed a playful leer.
    Bossy bitch wouldn’t pass up the chance to manipulate her roommate.
    “Come.” Hollywood forced his weakening legs to carry him toward the bedroom. Voodoo paced in front of him—her round behind rocked with each slide of hand and knee.
    Sexual electricity surged below his skin. He’d played the collar and control game long enough, and it was now time to put that behind them. He wanted a partner, not a pet.
    “Heel.” Hollywood played out the role for Voodoo’s benefit. He jerked the leash and sat her up onto both knees. Eyes scanned—his mind raced as if this still wasn’t real. He took a last glower at Bonny standing in the kitchen before he fully focused on Voodoo.
    “Let’s cut the charades, if I don’t consume you soon, I’m gonna crash.” He fumbled to unclip the leash.
    “No charades, hero.”
    “Stop with the hero crap too. I ain’t that.”
    “But Fats said you killed someone. Must’ve been a high-value target.”
    “I was Naval Intelligence—desk geek. No hero.”
    “If you say so, pretty boy.” Her tongue dabbed her bottom lip.
    “Yeah, I say so. I also say get on that bed before I hero your fucking hot ass.”
    “Like you attacked me yesterday at SWAT training? I’m really scared of you.” She laughed as they wrestled across the mattress.
    “Who knew you’re such a fucking sex mutant? I thought you were maybe some kick ass dyke. But damn, you and Bonny freak me out with that S&M stuff. Let’s save this collar for something else.” He removed the leather neckpiece and returned it to her like she’d originally presented it to him. He bent to kiss her—she pushed his head to the side.
    “I take it seriously, Dwight, even if you can’t understand the value of transferring the roles of power. It’s an important part of life. One day you may have to depend on someone other than yourself, hero.”
    “What are y’all a cult or something?” He simulated making the sign of a cross.
    “Yeah, that’s it. A cult or something. Why you think they call me Voodoo? Now I cast a spell on your horny ass.” Her hands waved before his face. His smile turned into a wooden expression.
    “You’re right. I shouldn’t mock what I don’t know shit about. Besides, I was that close to banging the both of you had I played along.”
    “No you weren’t, pretty boy, but dream on. You’re about to lose out on me if you don’t stop yapping and start sexing.” She pretended to bite at him as she rumbled toward his groin.
    The touch of her moist mouth clenched around his cock almost caused him to faint. The contrast of sensations between soft wet and rock hard bent his torso over her shoulders. Strong thighs became weak as he pulled her head into him.
    Her cheeks hollowed gouged when the head of his dick heaved from her mouth. She pulled him back. Lips tensed behind the ridge of his cock’s head. She sucked until he caved. Both hands full of hair—he cupped the rear of her skull to shove his organ back into her throat.
    She grunted. He tried to slow her ferocious motion—Voodoo was a man-eater. His mind raced with images of fantasies yet unrealized. Sweat seeped from his pores, ran into his eyes, his mouth gaped for air. Her fingernails clenched his ass cheeks. He winced as air hit the opened skin. Hollywood thrust his pelvis forward while she swallowed him down.
    He let one hand loose to swipe water from his face. Sweat usually reserved for long, hard running now painted his physique. He inhaled the aroma of decadent exhilaration mingled with her herbal shampoo. His spine arched as his muscles tensed for an all-out orgasmic assault.
    “Krystal, oh momma yes. Suck my cock. Make me come.” Incoherent speech began to slur. Hands reached for support—anything to cling to, “Come on, baby.”
    “Hollywood,” Bonny yelled from the kitchen. “Hollywood.” She now stood in the open bedroom