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Every guttural sound he made reminded me how primal we were, animalistic in our needs. There was nothing we wouldn’t do, the roughness of our passion exploding every time we were in the same room. Yet this was something else entirely, a moment I’d never recover from.
As he continued licking, plunging his tongue inside, I couldn’t hold back any longer. The orgasm rushed up from the explosive core of lava infusing my blood. I threw my head back with a ragged scream.
And all he did was chuckle, pressing kisses on one leg then the other. Then he smacked my pussy several more times before pulling my legs back into position, my toes just touching the floor.
“That’s all you get for now, naughty girl. I want you begging for more. And you will. After I fuck you.”
He twisted his hand around my hair, yanking several times before thrusting the entire length of his cock deep inside. Gasping, I smashed my hands on the desk, gritting my teeth as my muscles expanded.
“How does it feel, my lovely Eden?”
“You’re a bastard. I don’t know you.” There was little conviction to my tone, but the fact I’d ignored every red flag was still devastating. While the continued desire should be shocking, repulsive, the hold he had on me had started from soon after the first moment I’d met him. Now I needed to know the truth about his involvement in the past.
And why he refused to let me go.
But the way he touched me heated my very core, bringing me to a blissful edge of ecstasy that I’d never experienced before.
“Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong. You know the deepest, darkest part of me. And trust me, sweet girl, we’re only getting started.” He pulled all the way out, smacking his cockhead against my already aching pussy lips before plunging in again.
Moaning, I shifted against him, and as his cock swelled, tingling sensations tore through me. Breathless, I couldn’t ignore the jolt of electricity surging through both of us. He was a master of pleasure, and I was lost in the moment, still struggling to keep my rational mind. How could I enjoy this? How could I want this man?
“Then tell me the truth about what happened. Did you kill my parents?” I could sense a hesitation, heard a strange sound erupting from his throat, a breathless moan of anguish.
He slowed his pace, his breathing remaining ragged. His callused fingers drifted through my hair, snagging several of the strands. “You’re right. As I said, it’s time for you to learn the truth. As I said, one day a long time ago, your uncle was my best friend. Then he destroyed that with his lies and deceit.”
His statement reverberated in my mind, his caustic words a horrible reminder that the past had never intended on allowing me to escape. As he slid deep inside, my pussy muscles contracted and the first vibrations of a climax was so powerful I couldn’t think clearly.
“Did you kill them?” I managed, no longer recognizing my voice.
The sudden silence was just as terrifying. Then he issued a single word.
“No.”
“Then who did?” I could tell he wasn’t prepared to answer, just like he wouldn’t tell me about Annie.
As he blew across my skin, I shuddered in his hold, spiraling into an abyss that I couldn’t control. I wanted this man, craved the pleasure and I hated myself for it.
My mind spiraled to the ugliness of being told, the pictures of the horrible crime that had been sent to me on purpose. A horrible person had taunted me, trying to push me to the edge of a cliff. I’d almost stepped off, losing my mind from the sorrow and depression.
If he hadn’t sent them, then who had?
As Cruz pounded into me, shoving me against the edge of my desk, all I could do was stare at the painting. Where it all began. Where I’d lost my inhibitions, drowning in a turbulent sea of uncompromising lust, a need that couldn’t be satisfied or vanquished. He was my lover, but much more than that.
I was floating, the ecstasy heightened with every stroke, his cock filling me completely.
He’d become the air I breathed, the drive furrowing inside for more. His actions were brutal, unforgiving, and my body responded in kind. I did what I could to meet every savage thrust, arching my back as I accepted his relentless technique. The man knew how to bring me to the point of ecstasy time and time again, refusing to allow me to fall off the precipice until he was ready.
And willing.
I was nothing but his toy, a woman capable of tempering his madness. Yet the drug had taken hold, no longer just intoxicating but required for basic survival. There was no rhyme or reason, no sense of forever, just here and now.
He fucked me long and hard, his stamina never wavering. He was a crazed man with carnal requirements that only I seemed capable of fulfilling. As my heart thudded, my mind a complete blur, I was driven to another orgasm only seconds later.
“That’s it. Let go,” he commanded, his voice echoing in my ears.
And I did.
As the climax jetted into my system, every nerve ending seared, the tangling weave of right and wrong no longer existed.
