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NATASHA
He doesn’t wait for me to answer.
Not that I can bring myself to say the words on the tip of my tongue.
I know exactly what I want to hear.
But he won’t say it.
Can’tsay it.
Because he doesn’t feel it.
So instead of shattering my heart with his lies, Luka drags a determined hand down the front of my chest, his heated gaze sizzling the blood as it flows through my veins.
He loops his fingers into the sides of my panties, tearing the flimsy lace from my body before dropping to his knees in front of me. He forces my legs open with his rough hands, his head so close to my pussy.
Wet heat pools between my legs. A shiver skitters down my spine when his warm breath hits my slick lips. The tickle of his facial stubble against my skin sends shivers rippling through me.
I fist his thick hair, moaning as his tongue slides along the prickled skin on my inner thighs. His devious mouth has me melting from the inside out.
“Don’t you fucking lie to me and tell me you don’t love this,” he growls, tilting his head up to look at me. “You love being my fuck toy and you know it. Your pussy screams for my dick. It’s dripping for me.”
He slides three fingers inside of me, then leans forward to tease my clit with his tongue and teeth. I can barely breathe, my throat is so tight. But holy shit, I can feel.
I throw my head back against the wall, his hot and hungry tongue delving into my pussy, suckling my clit to the point of ecstasy where my mind short-circuits and the world around me fades into white noise.
I run my fingers through his sexed-up hair, weaving them through the dark tousled waves as his mouth performs the most deliciously erotic assault on me. My God, it’s incredible. He’s incredible.
So.
Fucking.
Perfect.
How could he do these things to me and not feel the same way?
His kisses are too intimate, his hands too possessive.
I cling to that flickering flame of hope still alive in my heart and pray it won’t get extinguished by the seemingly endless sources of rage plaguing him, now more than ever.
I thrust my hips forward. His hands grip my ass as he drinks in my desire.
A cloud of euphoria settles around me, blocking out everything around us. Nothing can penetrate our carnal bubble of bliss — no lies, no deception, no betrayals. This world…this sick and twisted and deviant world…is all our own.
For better or for worse.
I clamp my legs around his head, begging and pleading for a release that only he can provide.
My breaths morph into shallow rasps, eyes floating closed as his mouth works my folds, fucking me senseless with that devious tongue. He moves a hand to my ass and dips one finger between my ass cheeks.
He traces the ridges of my tight hole before pushing it inside of me. My belly flutters and floats into my throat. Adrenaline floods my insides, along with a fierce tingling sensation that consumes my body, mind, and soul.
Luka rockets me into another world, one I never want to come back from. I only want him right beside me.
He slowly rises to his full height once my body calms, dwarfing me with his massive, muscled chest. Flickers of passion rage in the depths of his ice blue eyes. He grips the hem of the wife beater and yanks it over my head, leaving me bare, vulnerable, and completely exposed in every sense of the word.
I lean toward him and place my hands on his chest. With a sweep of my tongue, I trace the outline of the swirls of ink adorning his perfectly chiseled pecs.
