Page 88 of Capture Me


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He cocked his head and narrowed his eyes. Don’t. Not if I wanted this to stay just a shower.

I felt that familiar tremor inside me. That thrilling, silver thread of danger. I was a rabbit, playing with a wolf.

I darted forward and licked the straining head of his cock.

He growled low in his throat and lunged down with one huge hand, capturing my wrist. He hauled me up to standing and then higher, until I was up on tiptoes. I stood there wide-eyed and panting. The silver thread had drawn guitar-string tight and it was singing with raw excitement, the vibrations washing through me and leaving me weak. I’d teased him beyond control and now I was going to face the consequences.

He ducked his head and licked at one of my bobbing breasts and I yelped in shock and delight. Then he pulled me in front of him, under the spray, and I gasped as the hot water sluiced over my body. He used one of his hands to pin my wrists to the tiles high above my head and the tremor ran through me again, stronger than ever. I tried lifting my wrists but his grip was like steel. I wasn’t getting free unless I said Cincinnati and I had no intention of doing that.

He wrapped his arm around my waist and tugged my ass back a little so that I was leaning forward, unbalanced and completely at his mercy. I felt his body press against my ass. His cock slapped my inner thigh and I went heady at the hot weight of it. Then I heard tearing foil and a rubber stretch: he must have grabbed a condom from my purse when I wasn’t looking.

The blunt head of him spread my slickened folds and he surged up into me. I groaned as, in one long thrust, he went deep, so deep I was lifted almost off my toes. His free hand slid up my soaking body and found my breast, squeezing it and rolling my nipple against his palm, and I cried out in pleasure as a scalding, silvery whip of pleasure lashed down through my body to my groin.

He began to thrust and I opened my mouth wide in a silent ‘O’ as the silken friction began. Each slow push into me sent silver stars showering from the sensitive flesh he touched. Each slow withdrawal pulled those stars down into the glowing furnace in my core, making the fire burn hotter and me pant with need. He leaned forward and bit my neck, nipping just hard enough to let me know that I was his.

His hand began to squeeze and knead my breast, his fingers strong and just a bit rough, flooding my body with rhythmic pulses of pleasure that made me writhe and buck against him. He shuffled closer, his feet between mine, and I gasped as he moved deeper still. Already, the heat in my core was starting to twist and tighten, building with every powerful thrust. It didn’t hurt, he was just so…big. “Fuck,” I moaned.

He put his lips close to my ear and, in that rough, moonshine accent, he growled, “You asked for this, princess. Now you can take it.”

“Yebat!” I panted, cursing in Russian. He was so big and brutal and I felt so small, so helpless. His cock inside me was an iron bar wrapped in silk and every thrust sent a new rush of wicked pleasure racing through my body, joining with the heat in my core and tightening it more. I pulled at my wrists again, and tried to move away from him, not because I wanted it to stop but because I needed to feel helpless. His grip on my wrists didn’t loosen at all, and, held up on my tiptoes, I found I had no way of shuffling forward. I was helpless, and the revelation made the heat turn dense and hot as the core of a star. “Yes!” I hissed. “God, yes!”

The hand that had been squeezing my breast snaked down my body to my groin. The heel of his hand pressed there, pushing me back firmly against him while also rocking against my clit. His fingertips started to gently caress my ultra-sensitive lips, right where they were stretched tight around his cock. My eyes widened. No one had ever done that to me. It was like the entire world narrowed down to just that one part of me, my whole body trembling as his fingers glided back and forth.

“God, you’re beautiful.” Each word was a red-hot, rough-edged slab of granite that burned down through all my layers of ice. “That body, those eyes, that fucking red hair.” He thrust hard, almost lifting me off my toes, and we both groaned as my inner walls twitched around him.

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