Read Online Undeniably Yours (Bass Cole) (Torn Series) by Pamela Ann - Free Book Online

was about to blast off into outer space. “Choose, Bass. It’s her or me.” She started tapping her foot, simmering some more.
    Before I could answer, Cassandra interrupted me and aimed for a catfight, “Who the hell are you? Are you like some random psycho who wants to get it on with an actor? I think you should start with the Z-list ones and not head straight, like a piranha, to the A- listers.”
    Oh, hell, fucking no! She did not just say that. What a classless bitch.
    Pulling Emma towards the dance floor, I spun halfway around and addressed the hateful woman. “Don’t ever talk to me again, Cassandra. Emma is not on any alphabetical list. She is on The List .” I could’ve said something worse, but without Cassandra’s interference tonight, I wouldn’t have experienced the high of seeing Emma getting all riled up and jealous.
    It was a glorious sensation that still clung to me as I pushed her towards the other side of the dance floor and shoved the bewitching woman up against the wall.
    I was fucking hot —so hot—I could melt an ice cap. Emma was pushing buttons, messing with my brain again with her sexy display of jealousy, and fuck, I wanted more.
    It was wishful thinking… and yet, I was still lured in.
    I was bewitched.
    She was panting, staring at me with invitation in her depths, while I seared my eyes into her. I could hike her dress up and fuck her here and no one would know because it was dark enough, but deep down, I knew I wasn’t the man she wanted to fuck. I wasn’t Carter.
    “I think you should stop with the Mojitos, Emma. You’re clearly wasted already.”
    When she then sneered at me, I was taken aback. “Well, if you weren’t busy flirting with all the women here, I wouldn’t have made a scene.”
    Why was she angry? Again, she’d chosen him. She wasn’t the one being left behind, I was. So for her to spit those hateful eyes at me, was confusing. She could’ve had me—heck, she could have me now—if she so wished it.
    Tension crackled between us.
    Leaning closer to her angered face, I situated both hands on the sides of her head as I whispered in her ear, “You’re off limits, Emma. You made it that way.” My hot breath made her shiver. Her nose dropped onto my neck and shoulder, inhaling me like an addict before making the sexiest groan a woman could ever make.
    My cock raged harder as I firmly pressed my burning body against her heaving one, hoping she’d feel the erratic beat of my heart. My breath caught when Emma slid her nose up and down the line of my neck while I shivered with profound need.
    An animalistic, wretched growl came from me when she pressed it further, sticking out her tongue to lick the back of my neck before stopping in the middle and biting into. I was past lustful when her hands slid my shirt up and clawed my back, pressing me hard against her body.
    “Emma… you’re killing me here,” I spoke in between hissing and moaning. Jesus, I was in pure heaven and hell.
    I needed more… fuck. Make me yours, Emma.
    “How do you like it, Bass? Hard and rough? Nice and slow? Or fast and delirious?” the seductress whispered into my ear, making me twitch like mad.
    Shit, that was the sexiest question a woman could ask a man sporting a hard-on that she alone could douse away.
    The thought of sliding into her parted legs made my hunger worse. With another agonizing hiss, I ground my hardened state between her parted, heated legs. “I want you… I want all of you. I want your hot body on my bed, wide open and ready. Your cunt will be annihilated. Your sweet, little pussy will be destroyed and I will not stop until it is ravaged and weeping with wetness… and you screaming for me to stop because you can’t take anymore.”
    Emma clung harder; the heat of her pussy was rubbing against my covered cock. “Bass, I want you.”
    Inching closer to her face, I needed to see her eyes. Her eyes gave away what she was feeling most of the time. I needed to see her