Boris went back to torturing her, driving her insane with his slow licks, pushing her toward an orgasm and then withholding the precious treat while she abused him and his entire bloodline in at least three languages. He chuckled, his broad shoulders shaking her spread thighs, and ignored her tirade.
It occurred to Laney that he knew exactly what he was doing to her. The handsome in a f**k-with-me-and-mine-and-die sort of way man would have tons of experience with women; women that were far more willing than Laney to throw themselves at him. Though he was scarred and deadly looking, he would appeal to the sort of women looking for an adrenalin fuelled f**k. He clearly knew his way around a p***y.
Suddenly Laney wanted to practice her considerable assassin skills on those imaginary women
