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“Not until you’re naked too.” I dip my finger into my drink once again, then circle it around his nipple before I lick the flavorful liquid off.
His hand clamps onto mine in a hard hold. Our eyes connect, and I wonder what he’s looking for. Taking his time, he finally lowers my hand to the button of his pants. Together, we undo it. Then, I pull his zipper down, his grasp still around my wrist.
“All you had to do was ask nicely,” I sass.
Tonight is turning out so much better than I anticipated. Even my nipples are peaked and aching to be played with.
“One,” he counts. I take another drink before I start to walk, swinging my hips as I pass him, toward what I’m assuming is the bedroom. The door is half-open. When my hand pushes it farther in, a king-size bed sits as the focal piece of the room.
I lie on the bed, my back arched. My hands are above my head while my legs are slightly bent, thighs touching. The act of defiance tingles through me and slams right into my clit.
“You like being punished.” His voice is low as it rumbles toward me.
I can’t hide the smile on my face. “Why, Beast, please take it easy on me.”
His chuckle is the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. For some strange reason, I doubt he allows it to surface very often. “Beauty, there’s only one thing for certain tonight. It’s that I’m going to fuck you so raw you’ll go back and tell all your friends about me. I will be infamous in your dreams.”
“I hope your cockiness isn’t overcompensating for your skill level.”
I can’t see him as I look up at the ceiling to keep my pose flattering and perfect. I can feel the bed shift, and then his hands run up my legs, moving them apart, and a breeze brushes against my pussy. I move my arms down so I can raise my torso and look at him at the end of the bed, and excitement runs through me when I see the look of determination on his face.
He places a gentle kiss on my calf, then on the side of my knee, before his lips touch the sensitive part of my thigh. “You’re so soft and smooth. It’s unfair for someone to be so perfect.”
I can feel his teeth scrape against my skin, turning into a small nip before he presses a kiss against it. The tingle on my skin continues as his lips glide their way up until his tongue teases my folds. I practically purr, and my hips lift, wanting him to place a deeper kiss down there.
The exhaled breath tickles, and his tongue sweeps across me, dipping in. I moan, and he grants me a longer lick. The tip of his tongue swirls around my clit, and my head tilts back while my fingers dig into his hair, keeping him locked to my sweet spot. He continues to tease me with short and firm strokes, his hands taking inventory of my body as they roam over it.
Just as we find a rhythm together, he stops his assault and kisses my pelvic bone, up to my stomach, and then nips at my pert nipples. His hard cock grazes up my leg as his body moves, and it feels huge.
His fingers twist at my nipple before he blows across them, his tongue joining them to play. It’s like a branding, the heat of his touch, and it should frighten me, but it only makes me want more. Instead of feeling burnt, it’s like he soothes and heals me instead.
He captures my hand, guiding it to my pussy. I allow him to move my fingers over my clit as his other hand plays with my nipple, making me moan with pleasure. “Not so perfect after all,” he murmurs as he presses a kiss over a needle mark in the crook of my elbow. I want to pull my hand away, but he nips my scar. “Don’t you dare hide from me,” he commands. “It only makes you more meant for my world. No one lives their life there unscathed.”
He slides back down until his tongue interchanges with my finger, and my hips buck at the potency of the combination. I shove away the reminder of my own inadequacies, not wanting the night to be ruined, and I inhale his masculine scent, allowing the sensations in my body to take over my mind.
He plays my clit like he owns it. My orgasm builds, each stroke of my finger becoming faster until I’m about to combust. He shoves two fingers into my pussy, and stars shoot behind my eyes, his tongue taking over for my hand as I ride out the best high I’ve ever experienced.
Before I can catch my breath, and before I’m even aware he’s moved, his dick slams into my wet pussy. His hand anchors around my neck as he pounds into me, and with each second he holds my stare, I drift further into his orbit. My heart wants to attach itself to him, but I refuse to let it happen.
He kisses me roughly, his tongue sliding into my mouth, demanding attention. Between his earth-shattering kiss and the way my body has decided it wants to keep him, desire floods through my veins. Each moment is heightened with my shortness of breath and the way I want him to devour me.
Right now, I’m no longer the black sheep of the Rossi family. I’m the woman who captivated this sexy, dominating man who has made mefeel—more than anything else has in the last two years. Each rough thrust is like a beat of my heart. It pulses fire through my veins that run hot for him. My hands claw at him, needing more.
“Fuck, how do you feel so fucking good? Your pussy was made for me,” he groans, and his low rumble sends goose bumps up and down my body.
“I lured you in with my magical pussy, and now I’ll steal your heart and devour your soul,” I say, trying to return to the teasing tone I had before he touched me, as I match his every push, but I’m so mindless with pleasure it probably just sounds silly.
“Trust me—I’m a soulless devil you definitely shouldn’t want, but youwillcrave me now.” He kisses down my neck. We’re both wildly thrusting, pulling at each other as he grips my hair, yanking on it. He slams his cock deep inside me and groans out as I scream through an orgasm that rocks me to my core.
He collapses on top of me, his hand releasing my neck.
“You are the most talented lumberjack I have ever met.”
“Beauty, we haven’t even scratched the surface of my talents yet.”
Just then, his phone rings, breaking the spell that was cast upon us. He stands up, cum dripping onto the bed as he pulls out, and I take the moment to slip into the bathroom to freshen up. When I get back into the bedroom, he’s pulling his pants up around his hips.
My heart shudders for a moment before I lock it down. “I can see myself out.” I don’t know why I’m disappointed. This was what I wanted—what I demanded, actually.
