Page 147 of Rhapsody of Pain


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And then we both hear a loud tear in the skirt of my evening dress when he pushes my legs apart.

“Oops!” I laugh, reaching for his tie to tug him closer.

“I could slow down,” he offers. “Take things slow. Gentle. Romantic.” He kisses me between each word as I work his tie loose and slip it from him.

“You could,” I purr in agreement. I tug his shirt from his pants and work each button open with my fingertips. “But… I don’t want you to.”

Demyen arches a brow. “Oh, no?” His knee slides up between my legs to press against my dampening mound. His grin growsfilthy when he feels me rub and grind myself against him. “And what does my naughty, sexy fiancée want?”

I rake my fingers over his bare chest and savor the way he growls his own pleasure for me. “I want you to fuck me. Claim me. Make me forget how to say my own name.”

He reaches down to grab fistfuls of my dress and rips the fabric open more.

“And…”

“There’s more?” His voice is low. Breathy. Sultry. Fucking music to my ears that sends such a delicious shiver along my spine.

I blush. “I want you to fuck me against that window. So everyone can see who I belong to.”

So everyone can see who protects me.

Demyen growls again and grabs my thighs, yanking me closer to him. He makes quick work of opening his pants and boxer briefs andfuck. yes.I feel him hard and warm and bare and rubbing up and down my needy pussy.

“We have all night long,” he purrs in my ear. “All. Night. Long. And when I’m done with you, baby, you won’t even be able torememberyour name, let alone say it.”

Fuck.

I want it. I want it all.

I wanthim.

“Yes… Demyen, yes… please…” I’m a whimpering, pleading mess of nerves and need.

“But right now?” He nips at the curve of my breast I know has been driving him wild all evening. I picked this low-cut dress for a reason. “Right now, you’re mine. All mine.Onlymine.”

I writhe and wriggle with pleasurable frustration. “Dem, please…”

His hand lands on the side of my ass louder than it actually feels. He grins and captures my yelp in a kiss. “Such an impatient minx.”

I pout. “Such a mean, teasing man.”

I eat my words almost as quickly as I say them. Because no sooner are they out of my man than he’s inside me. Filling me. Stealing the breath from my lungs in one long, solid thrust.

“I’m nowhere near as much of a tease as you are,” he snarls in my ear. He doesn’t pull out, not yet, only rolls his hips to work himself inside me deeper. “Making me want to fuck you in this dress since you got in the car.”

“Why didn’t you?” I gasp. My toes are curling and already I’m losing my grasp on sanity, but I can’t stop myself from poking that proverbial bear.

Demyen sucks my bottom lip between his teeth as he slowly pulls himself from me.

“Naughty.”

Thrust.

“Sexy.”

Thrust.

“Wicked.”

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