Fired by my Grumpy Dragon (Grumpy Monster Bosses #3)

SEVENTEEN

Loren

What the hell?

By the time I stop coming, my legs won’t quit trembling and I’m sure I’ve gouged out chunks of flesh from Kivrayn’s arm.

It’s so horribly unfair that this asshole is the only guy I’ve ever fucked who can do this to me. The one guy I absolutely am never ever fucking again.

I shut my eyes and mutter a whole string of curse words as my pussy flutters in aftershocks around his huge lower cock, almost tipping me back over the edge again. I’m not coming again. One world-shaking, soul-crushingly good orgasm is enough with him, thank you very much.

The way his rigid upper cock rubs against my clit makes me moan when he speeds up again. He’s breathing hard and he’s got to be close to his own orgasm.

“I like you better when you’re coming,” he tells me.

My gaze snaps to his. “Why?”

“It stops you talking.” As he says this, he leans in close, scooping an arm under me to hold me tight. His teeth graze my ear.

I gasp as the sensation makes me clench around him. Oh, I’m close again. But I’m not going to. I hold back as he keeps thrusting into my body .

Kivrayn runs the tips of his sharp teeth over my neck. Hot breath fans out against my skin. At any moment I expect the sharp sting of a bite.

“Aren’t you going to bite me? Hurt me?”

Kivrayn growls. Suddenly he pulls back. Fisting his upper cock, he keeps thrusting into me with the other. “No, I’m going to make a mess of you like the brat you are. Only good girls get bitten.”

I wonder about that. Seems like he wanted to bite me. I can’t deny the thought excites me.

I’d like to argue with him but I’m concentrating too hard on not coming again. I’m not going to give him that satisfaction. “Do it then,” I goad him. “What are you waiting for?”

His snarl bares his sharp teeth. “Nothing.”

Moments later, his thrusts lose their steady rhythm. Inside me, I feel his lower cock pulse while he tightens his grip on the upper one. A jet of glowing orange spurts from the spikey tip and sprays across my belly, staining my skin. Then another and another as he grunts and pumps his hips. Finally, Kivrayn squeezes the tip of his cock and milks a final drop onto my mound.

I stare in fascination. It’s hotter than a human’s and the bright color is unexpected.

When I look up, Kivrayn is staring too. He reaches down and spreads his hand through the mess, smearing it up and over my breasts. Then he gathers the stickiness already leaking from my pussy and brings it to my mouth. I suck it from his fingers. As I do, his heated gaze never leaves me. He lingers, eyes devouring me. I can’t work out how to read the intense expression on his face.

Eventually, his gaze drops from mine. He pulls back, straightening. “Now on your knees and clean me properly with your mouth.”

I should hate this. But something about his raw arrogance and the control he exerts over everything around him feels so right when I’m naked and hungry for the second orgasm I denied myself.

I scramble to my knees and lick along the length of his lower shaft, savoring the salty flavor and the firm feel of his cock even after he’s come. He doesn’t watch me. Instead, he fixes his gaze on the wall behind my head. When I lick and suck around the head of his upper cock, it twitches and begins to grow in my mouth.

Kivrayn pulls me away. “Enough. Take a shower. I’ll call you a cab.”

I stand, scowling. Not like I expected cuddles and sweet nothings afterward, but maybe a thank you would have been nice. And another orgasm or two. Yeah, I know. I’m no good at denying myself.

“You’re welcome,” I toss angrily over my shoulder on my way to the bathroom.

I didn’t want to go home sticky with his come anyway.

Turning the water on, I wait as the room fills with steam and my mind does too. By the time I finish washing off, there’s practically steam coming from my ears. I towel off and storm out of the bathroom to find my clothes. Kivrayn is sitting on the bed with his head in his hands.

He doesn’t even look up .

“You know what, maybe if you weren’t such an ass all the time, people might be happier to do what you tell them.”

I find my underwear and tug them on, ignoring the fact that they’re damp from my mouth and how worked up he had me.

Kivrayn snorts. “You seemed sufficiently happy to do what you were told once my cocks were on offer. I wish I’d thought of that sooner.”

I wheel on him, dress in my hands, chest bare. “Well it won’t happen again. So I hope you got what you wanted.”

He says nothing. That only pisses me off more. I pull the dress over my head and snatch my shoes. “Don’t bother calling me a cab. I’ll do it myself.”

The worst of the effects of my drinking have already worn off. I’m able to stand on one foot to put each shoe on without falling over. My head only swims a little when I finish.

“Drink some water.”

In the process of reaching for the door, I turn to glare at him. “What?”

“Drink some water.” He gestures to a jug and a glass on a low table in the sitting room.

I resolutely ignore the water. “You’re not my keeper. Mind your own business.”

I slam the door as hard as I can, which isn’t very hard. Damn hotel’s fitted with soft closing doors. I take the fire stairs rather than stand and wait for the elevator. I regret it by the time I’ve descended five flights in my very tall heels.

Why does he bring out the worst in me like this? And why was it so hot while we were fucking, but the minute we’re finished, him making demands of me makes my skin crawl?

I’d love to blame it on the alcohol, but I know it’s not that.

What’s worse is the fact that I’m still thinking about his fingers in my pussy when I climb into the cab that’s waiting at the front of the hotel. And when I make it back to my small dingy room, I’m still thinking about the feel of that second cock slicking through my wetness to rub me in all the right places.

Goddamn him.

This changes nothing.

In fact, it only makes me more determined to get the Burbage collection and then rub it in by using it to make Windhams the biggest-grossing house in the city, ahead of Firestarter Auctions.