Page 109 of Vicious Temptation

“I’m not stopping.”

There’s no fucking chance I could. Not with her like this, pushing back against me and asking for more with every movement, so I wrap an arm around her waist as the rhythm between us builds, feeling the first tremors working through her. She’s almost there, and realizing I’m right behind her makes it even harder to hold back.

This time, I want to come with her.

Her body tightens around me, and I curse against her shoulder.

“Oh fuck, Remi. Your pussy feels so fucking good.”

She pushes back against me with everything she has, meeting every thrust with the same intensity as she starts to unravel beneath me.

“Fuck, baby, I’m right there. Come on my cock. Come with me.”

Her fingers clamp around the couch as a cry breaks from her, her body pulsing around me as she comes.

That fucking does it.

My hips jerk against her as I follow, every muscle locking as I drop my head against her back.

I stay folded over her, chest pressed to her back while both of us fight to catch our breaths. Her fingers slowly loosen from the couch, and I press a kiss the damp skin beneath her ear. Whatever I thought one night with Remi would cure, I was dead fucking wrong.

I turn her over beneath me, and her eyebrow quirks when she realizes I have no intention of moving away. She’s still breathing hard when she looks up at me.

“What?”

I brush my thumb across her swollen bottom lip.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

* That’s it, fuck. Use my mouth.

Twenty-Nine

Remi

Ten, twenty, maybe thirty minutes pass before my body and brain start functioning again. I’m still staring at my ceiling, noticing little grooves I’m pretty sure weren’t there before today. And is that a new color?

I close my eyes and shake my head, trying to clear the daze I seem trapped in.

Fucked nine ways to hell by a cop.

A cop with a dick that had absolutely no business being that fucking big. And pierced. Seriously. Six foot six wasn’t enough? The universe had to make him proportionate too?

Remi, you dumb bitch.

You stupid, stupid, utterly satisfied dumb bitch.

“Say something,” he mutters into my shoulder.

I can’t look at him yet. It will make this all too real, and I don’t think I’m ready to face reality and what it means. My knuckles whiten around the throw blanket on the floor beside me.

“Thank you. I needed that.”

It’s not a lie. We could all use a little soul rearranging now and then, especially after hours in a dingy cell.

Thiago lets out a hearty laugh, and I almost join him.

“My pleasure.” His slight Texan drawl slips out, forcing me to clench my thighs and come to terms with the fact that I really enjoyed sex with Thiago.