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“But right now, what I need is for you to put your fingers on your clit,perla. Get that beautiful cunt wet and ready for me,” he said as he pulled off his jacket and dropped it on the floor.
“And if I say no?”
Would he persist? I wondered. An image of him chasing me sprung to mind, and the sick and twisted part of me he’d awakened went haywire, sparking up a terrible fire between my thighs.
He smiled like he could see my thoughts. “You won’t.”
Cocky sod.“How can you be so sure?”
“Because you’re lying there naked without doing a damn thing to try to change that, and beneath that prim and proper exterior, you’re loving every second of my eyes on your body.”
It occurred to me that I was fighting this for no better reason than I was supposed to fight it. I wasn’t supposed to want sex with a dangerous criminal, but sex with this man had been the best sex of my life. Perhaps we were incompatible in every other way, but in this one thing, we were perfect.
So, I slid my hand down my body, taking my time along the valley between my breasts and the concave dip of my abdomen. When my fingers were a hair’s breadth from my clit, I paused, watching him.
He was holding his breath, and only when I crossed that small distance and settled two fingers against my swollen clit did he let it out.
I rubbed in languid circles as he undid the buttons of his shirt so fast his hands were a blur.
I pressed harder as he unbuckled his belt. Instead of dropping it to the floor, he held it in one hand while he toed off his shoes, whipped off his pants, then his boxer briefs.
And then his magnificent, pierced cock was right there, right in front of me. My mouth watered; it had never done that before, not at the mere sight of an erection. Right now, though, there were few things I could imagine wanting more than to lean up and wrap my lips around the swollen head, to flick my tongue against his piercing before taking him in deeper.
But before I could act on the urge, he grabbed my hands and drew them both above my head. Now I understood why he’d held onto the belt. He looped it around my wrists, then through the wrought iron headboard of my bed, buckling the belt so that I was trapped.
I should have been afraid; I should have been fighting with everything I had to escape my restraints. But I’d been completely at this man’s mercy already; he could have killed me or anything else, but he hadn’t. Was it completely insane that from that knowledge, I felt safer with him than I had with any other partner I’d had?
There was no urge to flee shooting down my spine when he climbed on top of me. When his lips covered mine, I hadn’t the slightest inclination to pull away. I parted my lips and let him in, reveling in the feel of his tongue exploring my mouth. When he broke the kiss and worked his way downward, I tilted my head back, giving him full access as he kissed, then nipped, then soothed each sting with the sweep of his tongue. Down my neck, across my clavicles.
As he moved, his cock pressed against my thigh, lower and lower, further and further away from the part of me that needed him most. But when I tried to wrap my legs around him to draw him back up, he grabbed hold of my thighs and slammed them down without a word, pinning them to the bed, open wide as he moved lower.
“Push your tits up toward me,” he said when his mouth hovered above my nipple, so close I could feel the warm heat of his mouth.
I obeyed, pressing my nipple hard against his mouth right before he parted his lips and suckled me in, so hard, so deep. I cried out as his teeth grazed the sensitive flesh.
This wasn’t me; this wasn’t the kind of lover I’d ever been, the kind who craved his teeth as much as she craved his lips, the kind who tugged on her restraints, not to escape, but to feel them there, a constant reminder.
He moved lower and lower still. His lips, tongue, and teeth had explored me from neck to mound, but as his breath tickled my clit, he paused and looked up at me.
“Are you going to be a good girl, or do I have to tie your legs down too?” he asked.
Hot shivers traveled everywhere. Up and down my spine, across my skin, between my thighs.
I nodded, not quite sure to which I was agreeing, but he shook his head.
“Tell me you’re going to be good,perla.”
“I’ll be good,” I breathed.
He smiled like the devil, then released my thighs only to hook them over his shoulders.
For a moment, his breath teased my slick flesh and then he ran his tongue along my slit, a barely-there touch that made my whole body clench with yearning, most notably, the quivering flesh between my thighs.
When his tongue flicked across my clit, it was almost too much. My hips jerked and my fingers wrapped around the wrought iron bars, holding on tight. He flicked once more, then suckled my clit into his mouth. Even there, his tongue continued its work, taking me higher and higher. He slid a finger inside me, stroking the ultrasensitive patch of flesh inside just as expertly as the last time.
The pressure mounted fast, so quickly, I was gasping for breath as I felt the pinnacle right there in front of me. So close.
He stopped.
