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I snaked one hand to her aroused nipple while the other pulled her closer and slipped over the lace fabric between her legs. It was stained and damp with her juices, and I cupped her.
“It seems your body betrays you, Katia.”
Her ass backed deeper into my dick, but she quickly turned and stepped back.
“No.”
“No?” A dark smile touched my lips.
“Yes, I said no.” Her small, yet flawless tits bounced as she stiffened.
What the fuck was happening?
“Why are you depriving your body of release, exactly?”
“I don’t know, Lucca. Maybe because the last time we spoke you had your fucking hands crushing my windpipe!” Her arms flew in frustration.
Hmm. “But you like it when I use my fingers as a choker, Katia.”
I knew exactly what she meant. What she was trying to explain, and yet, I wanted her body more than to waste time talking about it.
“Don’t!” she yelled. “Don’t stand there and act as if it’s the same. As if you didn’t break your promise. As if I'm wrong to feel conflicted.”
“Fine,” I replied through clenched teeth, annoyed by the painful bulge she’d created and the threat of blue balls she implied.
I took a step closer and held her jaw. Her lips had healed, and the bruise by her eye had faded.
“Then explain it to me, and after I listen, you will get on your knees and suck me dry.” My fingers squeezed her cheeks. “Got it?”
Her eyes narrowed in violent hatred.
“And if I don’t.”
“Keep playing and find out.” I pushed her back onto the mirror. She hissed on contact with its coolness, but her defiant eyes never wavered. And I knew she wouldn’t stop playing. “You toyed with me from the moment I walked in. You proudly wanted me to see every inch of you in this delicate fucking dream of fabric, and you teased the wrong motherfucker.” I pressed my covered dick against her. “And youwillfix it.”
“Or I might bite it off.”
I grinned. “I like pain, sweetie.”
“You…” Her hand pushed against my chest. “You—”
I kissed her sangria-colored lips, but instead of wine, grapes, or citrus flavors, cherry was all I could taste.
Cherry lips, fighting, crashing, delicious.
When they synced and gave as much as they took, I stopped.
“Me, what?”
Her cloudy gaze struggled against mine, and her head fell onto my chest as her hand gripped my suit jacket.
I froze. It no longer felt like her mind was trying to craft or con. This was real.
“Speak freely. You don’t have to look at me.”
“You made me fear you.”
The broken whisper struck brutally, plowing down over the fraud of my beatless heart with a strangling hold.
