Cozen

by Bethany-Kris

  “Jealousy is not a good look on a handsome man,” she told him. “And by the way, I told him no.”

  Sargon glanced down the hallway seeing that it was still empty. He was a mess of confusion and chaos. Struck stupid over a woman he had no business being anything over, and currently working for a man he held no loyalty to at the end of the day.

  This was not the kind of mess he got himself caught up in. He didn’t know what it was about Cozen that had seemed to get under his skin so easily.

  It didn’t help that she clearly knew, too.

  “I won’t say I’m sad that you refused him,” Sargon said. “But you also agreed to see him again.”

  “I have to.”

  Sargon’s gaze darted back to meet hers. “And why is that?”

  Cozen didn’t answer his question, instead moving closer until her sweet floral scent was soaking into Sargon’s lungs with every breath he took. The scent of her perfume was familiar to him—comforting for reasons he couldn’t explain. She crowded his personal space. Something he took great pride in keeping closed to others. Her pretty features and sexy little grin all but clouded his vision.

  Sargon saw nothing but her.

  He liked that a little too much.

  “What would you have done had I agreed to spend the night with him tonight?”

  Her question whispered across his skin, yet it still stung like a slap. His first reaction was to curl his lip up at the corner in another sneer, and then his second instinct was to take what he wanted from her while she was this close, and he had the chance.

  So, he did just that.

  Sargon kissed her. He closed the small bit of distance between him and Cozen, and let his lips crash down on hers. The force was enough to bruise, and yet, she didn’t shy away from his kiss at all. If anything, she urged him on and silently challenged when her tongue snaked out to strike against his bottom lip.

  He gave her what she wanted—deepening the kiss to tangle their tongues together as she started to walk backward. He went with her, backing her into the apartment until they couldn’t be seen from the hallway.

  Her fingernails dug into his jaw, and his hand enclosed her throat. She tasted like red wine, and cherries. The heat of her mouth, and the way her tongue clashed against his was enough to get his dick straining in his pants.

  Then, she bit his lip.

  Sargon gave a little growl from the shock, and snapped back from her. Cozen stood just a few inches away with blazing eyes, and swollen pink lips. He bet the only way she could look hotter than she did right then was if he put her on her knees, and stuffed his cock down her throat.

  Jesus.

  What was he doing?

  “I don’t think I asked you to stop.”

  Sargon nodded, and took a couple of steps backward toward the door. “Be careful, Cozen. I don’t know what game you’re playing, but it’s a dangerous one.”

  She needed to be careful with more than just her games …

  With her life …

  With him.

  “I didn’t ask you to stop,” she repeated.

  Sargon took one more step backward. Just enough to grab hold of the door, and slam it shut.

  Cozen was not a stupid woman, and she was not the type to take risks that may land her in a heap of shit. Especially not when she was on a damn job. Yet, when Sargon slammed the apartment door and took a step closer to her, her heart thundered so hard, she could feel it throughout her entire body.

  Not with fear, no.

  With anticipation.

  The what ifs, and all her traitorous desires.

  See, she wasn’t stupid—she felt his eyes on her from the moment he placed her in the back of the town car, and his gaze didn’t leave all night. Not at the restaurant, and not when she was hanging off Jett’s arm to charm the older man with every talent she had.

  How did she know that?

  Because she had been looking at Sargon, too. Whenever he thought she wasn’t looking, Cozen saw him. He was too beautiful of a man not to look at, honestly. And one look was not nearly enough to satisfy her. He was not very good at being subtle, she had found, and the way he watched her was a palpable feeling.

  Like something soft caressing her skin from afar. Silk roving over her body, wrapping skin-tight around her, and taking every inch of her in. She would have to be stupid not to notice, and she definitely was not that.

  She wasn’t risky on a job, either. She loved a thrill—her entire life was one thrill after another. She was paid to steal things from people, after all. She lived to do dangerous things that other people feared.

  Still, Cozen never put her foot too deep into something if she didn’t think she could pull it back out afterward. She worried that Sargon might be exactly that kind of problem for her. Something she was not in control of when a successful job demanded she have control of everything around her.

  And yet …

  Here she still was.

  Watching him come closer.

  “Tell me something about you,” Sargon said.

  “What kind of thing?”

  “Something.”

  “Anything?”

  “A truthful thing.”

  “Anything?” she countered again.

  Sargon’s dark eyes traveled down the length of her body, and he wasn’t the least bit ashamed to be doing so. His pupils widened—a sure sign that he liked what he saw standing there waiting for him. That silky sensation washed over Cozen’s nerves again.

  How he did that, she couldn’t begin to understand. She wanted more of it, though.

  So much more.

  “Something he doesn’t know,” Sargon returned, looking back up at her once more. “Tell me something he doesn’t know.”

  Dangerous territory.

  The warning bells rang in her head.

  Cozen ignored them.

  “I’ll do just about anything to get what I want, but I won’t sleep with him for it,” she said, letting the words slip past her barely moving lips. Maybe then, she could pretend like she hadn’t actually said them at all. “Your turn.”

  “This isn’t a tit for tat.”

  Cozen pouted.

  The pout was quickly erased when Sargon came close enough to grab her face, and yank her toward him. His fingertips dug into the sensitive skin of her jaw as he brought her close enough for his warm breath to wash over her lips. She had found earlier that his mouth tasted like whiskey, and mint.

  Quite a combo.

  Two of her favorite things.

  Sargon’s gaze pinned her in place, and she let out a shuddering breath. “I don’t ever give more than I want to—I always make the rules, and control how they are executed.”

  Cozen blinked. “I see.”

  He had told her something, after all.

  In more ways than one.

  “Do you understand?” he asked.

  “Well enough.”

  “Do you have a problem with that—do you have a problem with me controlling how I use you, fuck you, or otherwise?”

  “I have a problem with ropes, but not much else.”

  Sargon’s eyes flashed with something unknown as his gaze dropped to her lips for a brief second. “Why ropes?”

  “I simply prefer something less bulky.”

  He let out a strangled sound that came off like both a groan, and a growl. “Jesus Christ, woman.”

  Cozen let out a breathy laugh, but Sargon quickly quieted her by slamming his mouth down on hers. He was all teeth and lips and tongue when he kissed her, then. A war started between them with that kiss, one that she was sure she could not win. She didn’t mind surrendering to the way his tongue struck against hers, and wore what was left of her control down.

  The spots where his fingertips dug into her skin sung with a sting that she was sure would linger for days. She didn’t mind a bruise or two; she knew how to cover them.

  Sargon bit her bottom lip hard enough to make Cozen whine before he pulled away from her kiss
. Like the first time, he took a step back. Far enough that there was a good foot or two of space between them where she could not reach out to touch or grab him. Certainly not to bring him closer.

  He waved a finger at her. “Remove your clothes.”

  The order—it didn’t even come off like a demand—washed over her senses with a devastating intent. She was the type of woman who always needed to be in some kind of control, and maybe that was why during sex, she liked to give it up.

  Be wild.

  Free.

  Unrestricted.

  “And then get on your knees,” Sargon added.

  Cozen’s fingers hesitated on the zipper of the dress, and she glanced up at Sargon. The edges of his lips had curved in the most sinful smirk she had ever seen. The kind of grin that likely melted panties, and broke hearts.

  She wondered if she would be immune.

  “Backing out?” he asked.

  “No.”

  “Then hurry up, Cozen.”

  She tugged the zipper on the side of the dress down, and then shimmied out of the piece until it fell to the floor. Just like that, it was forgotten. Sargon’s gaze traveled over the red and black lace bra and panty set she had on underneath. He lingered on the junction where her panties met her inner thighs.

  “Waxed, bare, or trimmed?” he asked.

  As he spoke, he undid the buttons on his shirt, and tugged the article down his arms. Discarding it to the floor with her dress, he still didn’t come any closer than he already was.

  Cozen unsnapped her bra, and let it fall down her arms before dropping it to the floor. “All three, actually. Waxed where it matters, bare all over my pussy, and trimmed short on my pubis.”

  Sargon let out another one of those sexy noises. “That sounds like a lot of upkeep.”

  “I aim to please.”

  His eyes found hers in a blink. “And who exactly are you doing that to please, Cozen?”

  “Does it please you?” she asked instead of answering his question.

  She tugged her panties down, and let them fall to the floor. That left her standing in nothing but the black peep-toe pumps, and for the first time, Sargon’s carefully managed mask slipped as she stood naked before him. His eyebrow cocked, and he flashed his teeth as he looked her over. He didn’t even have to answer her—she knew what he would say before the words came out of his mouth.

  “Yes,” he murmured, “it pleases me.”

  “Then that’s what matters.”

  “Is that tiger lilies on your thigh?”

  Cozen peered down at the bright red bushel of tiger lilies tattooed on her thigh. “It is.”

  “Any particular reason why?”

  “They’re my favorite flower.”

  She didn’t say why, and he didn’t ask for more information.

  “Any other tattoos I can’t see yet?”

  “No.”

  With that said, Cozen lowered to her knees.

  As she had been told to do.

  Staring down at her, Sargon said nothing as he unbuckled his belt, and pulled the leather from the loopholes on the pants. Cozen’s eager gaze never left his as he tossed the item away, and unsnapped the buttons on his pants.

  He opened his fly, and she grinned a little.

  “What?” he asked.

  “Commando,” she said, shrugging. “I’m not surprised.”

  “Do I seem like the type, or something?”

  He fisted his length, and stroked his already-hard cock with firm, long strokes. Cut, thick, and long, his cock was a beautiful sight to lay her eyes on. She was pretty sure just the sight alone made her even wetter between her thighs.

  “I wouldn’t say there’s a type,” she replied, “but I had a feeling.”

  Sargon wet his lips as he came closer. “I bet you did. I liked the way your lips looked after I kissed you.”

  Her gaze jumped from his cock to his eyes as he came to stand directly in front of her. “Did you?”

  “Very much. Why were you so willing to get on your knees for me like this?”

  “Maybe I like it here.”

  “Oh, a sassy one.”

  Cozen grinned. “I do like it here.”

  “Like what, exactly—being a man’s slut? Letting him use you? Wearing his marks and his cum? Which one?”

  “All of it.”

  Sargon chuckled darkly. “All I want to know now is what your mouth looks like after I fuck it. Open up, beautiful girl.”

  His hand stuck out like a flash of lightning, and grabbed her throat to tilt her head up even higher. Cozen’s natural instinct kicked in at having someone’s hand on her throat, and she opened her mouth.

  Sargon took the opportunity to slide the thick head of his cock between her parted lips. He kept the one hand on her throat, but his other wrapped tightly in her hair, and tugged hard enough to sting. He worked his length in her mouth—a brutal pace that had her eyes watering, and her pussy wet.

  He had a distinct taste—like salt and sin in her mouth. His cock was a smooth velvet against the roughness of her tongue. He didn’t slow for a second as he fucked her mouth harder, and grinned up above her.

  Cozen tried to smile around his length, but it didn’t quite work. Instead, she settled on flicking her tongue against the underside of his shaft where she could feel his heart racing. He must have liked that considering he grabbed hold of her hair a little bit harder.

  “Don’t you choke,” he taunted.

  Cozen let her teeth graze the skin of his dick.

  Sargon grunted hard. “Fuck, watch it.”

  She bet he liked that, too.

  “Are you going to take it all?” Sargon asked. “Every last drop, Cozen?”

  She couldn’t speak like this, but her gaze flicked upward to meet his. It was apparently all the answer he needed. His hand closed around her throat, damn near taking what was left of her air away, and he tugged firmly on her hair on the next thrust. His cock hit the back of her throat, and she swallowed at the feeling of his length jerking. His cum hit the back of her tongue in spurts, and he didn’t release his hold.

  She took it all.

  Just like he wanted.

  “Jesus Christ,” Sargon snarled, his hands shaking against her. “That would kill me.”

  He pulled out of her mouth, and Cozen took the chance to suck in a deeper breath than she had been getting using just her nose. He didn’t waste any time to pull her up from the floor, and spin her around.

  Cozen’s chest slammed in to the wall, and all she could do was laugh. A breathless, pleased laugh that only seemed to urge Sargon on a little more.

  “You like this, don’t you?” he asked in her ear. “I’ve got a special trick—make me come once, and I can fuck you for hours before I can come again.”

  His hands drove up her body, and then down again. Fingertips raking her skin, and leaving lines behind. Or … she hoped.

  “You like it rough, beautiful girl?” he asked.

  “Love it when it hurts.”

  As if to check if she was lying, his hand slipped between her thighs. Two long, teasing fingers swept through the folds of her pussy, and then thrust in deep. It wasn’t enough to give her what she really wanted because just as fast, he pulled those fingers back out.

  “I bet you fucking like it,” he said. “Your cunt is wet enough to drown me. Be a good girl, and I’ll let you ride my face when I’m done filling you up.”

  Oh, God.

  She heard the shuffle of foil, and then Sargon’s hand was back in her hair, and pushing her head against the wall. Her cheek scraped against the paint as she let out another one of those taunting laughs. His hand slapped her ass, and she knew he was looking at a pretty, red handprint now.

  “Just fuck me,” she whispered.

  He didn’t need to tell her to widen her legs—she was already spread for him. He didn’t give her any warning either before he took her from behind. His cock split her open with one brutal thrust that sent Cozen up on her to
es in her heels.

  It ached.

  It filled her full.

  It stretched her open.

  It hurt, and it was so good, too.

  Sargon gave her no time to catch a breath, or get used to the feeling of his thickness inside of her cunt. He just pulled out, and thrust right back in. Fucked her hard enough that her body slammed in to the wall again and again.

  He pulled her hair, and then he spanked her ass. Those two fingers he used to tease her pussy were shoved into her mouth, and then quickly taken away to be shoved up her ass once he felt they were wet enough.

  “Come for me,” he urged in her ear. “And then I’ll let you show me how good of a slut you can really be.”

  All dark, and sinful.

  Like his eyes.

  Like his taste.

  Like him.

  “Fucking come for me, Cozen. I want it—it’s mine tonight.”

  Her orgasm crashed down on her body like a tsunami. What started in her womb quickly spread out, and drowned her in nothing but sensation.

  Sargon fucked her through it.

  And then he did it again.

  The sky was beginning to lighten with the rising sun, and the oncoming morning. It was only then that Sargon finally pulled away from Cozen, and began to get dressed. He barely looked at her sparse apartment, and he didn’t mention a thing about the fact she was using a mound of blankets and pillows on the floor of the living room as a bed.

  Cozen sipped from a glass of red wine—she needed a drink after a night like that—and watched Sargon button his silk dress shirt. “You’re not very loyal to your boss, are you?”

  His gaze darted to her, but then quickly went back to the task of rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. “He’s a job—not a friend.”

  “Still, don’t you think you should draw clearer lines in the sand when it comes to things he has interest in?”

  Sargon chuckled, and his lips curved sardonically. “Says the woman who sucked my dick like it was a straw, and water was going to come out of it.”

  Pink colored Cozen’s cheeks.

  She didn’t let his words bother her, though.

  “Nice deflection,” she murmured.

  Taking another sip of her wine, the two of them locked gazes, and she cocked her brow as if to challenge him.