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Dizzying, tangy flavors explode on my tongue, and I have to stop myself from moaning out loud.
Fuck, this is wrong. She’s engaged, I’m a murderer, and my intentions here are nowhere near as pure as I’m making them out to be.
I’m going to ruin her, and the consequences will never even faze me.
But I don’t stop.
Can’tstop.
None of my other sins ever tasted so sweet.
She pulls my dick out with her free hand, and I release her with a moan when she grips me, pumping slowly. “I thought you wanted a poem.”
Shaking her head, she guides me to her pussy, gliding the tip through her juices, and I close my eyes for a moment as I try to maintain my grip on reality.
Everything is shifting so quickly, the object of my obsession fast becoming the vixen of my absolute greatest pleasure, and I’m having a hard time separating arousal from restraint and reason.
“I want you to recite poetry on my pussy. Make mefeelit with your cock.”
I curse under my breath, once again gripping her throat, bending to the other side of her neck and biting until the skin breaks there, too. I lap at the blood that beads in the cut, knowing in the back of my brain that this is unsafe and still unable to stop.
She groans, pushing the head of my dick between her lips, and I suck harder. Furiously. As if draining her of her blood might cure me of the obsession.
When I pull back, she smiles, delirious. “You’re gonna have to try a lot harder if you want to hurt me,Kallum.”
“Do youwantme to hurt you?”
“I’ve come a million times to the idea of you marking me, spanking me, making me bruise and bleed.” Heat flares in her gaze as I tighten my hold on her neck. “I want you to scar me.”
With my free hand, I fist my cock, slapping her clit with it until she writhes on the counter. “This won’t be pleasant.”
“Stop talking and fucking show me.”
Growling at her insolence, I shift, sliding my hand up to grip her chin and force her head back against the mirror.
Downstairs, a Christmas party full of drunk Italians and made men rages on, and I know her fiancé is around here somewhere.
But none of that registers as she raises her hips, a challenge on the tip of her tongue; not giving her a chance to spew regrets or irritate me further, I snap my hips forward, shoving my cock so deep that the thin barrier of her innocence gives without resistance.
CHAPTER9
Elena
“This won’t be pleasant.”
Well, no one can call Kallum Anderson a liar, that much is certain.
My lungs sit on the brink of complete collapse, straining beneath the grip of his fingers on my throat and the fire raging where his dick is seated inside me.
Hips flush with my ass, Kal leans so I’m bent back over the sink, grinding my skull into the vanity mirror.
“Christ.” The one syllable is a hiss, a single gust of air pushed between clenched teeth. “You have to fucking relax, Elena, or you’re going to break my cock with how tight you’re squeezing me.”
I manage to choke out a snort. “I thought pussies were supposed to be tight.”
“They are—fuck, yoursis.” His dark eyes find mine, stirring something warm in my belly. “But if this isn’t comfortable for you, it’s sure as hell not going to be for me.”
“Don’t pretend like you care about mycomfort. You were just talking about ruining me.”
