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“People will never see most of my marks on you, because your body is for my eyes alone, but this,” his fingers dance over the diamonds, “they will never miss. We won’t wear rings because, fuck the rings.” So much hate coats his tone when he speaks about the rings that I decide to come back to it later, too focused on what he says next. “You’ll never take it off.” I whimper when he hugs me from behind, his hands skating over my sides, and my nipples peak at the contact while he whispers into my ear again. “I asked Florian to make it for me. Something to represent my complete obsession when it comes to you.” His hands roam over my flesh and land on my hips, gripping it hard, his fingers digging into my skin. I welcome the pain as it grounds me to the present and doesn’t let the pleasure consume me. “Ask me when that was.”
A raspy breath slips past my lips. “When?” I dread and await his answer that has the power to make me let go of all my inhibitions.
“Almost a year ago. I always knew you’d be mine, even when I tried to convince myself I could be satisfied by watching you from a distance.”
No, no, no.
He can’t say those things to me and melt my heart that yearned to hear this for such a long time.
I can’t accept it, though. This confession. How could I when…
“I don’t kill innocent people, Isla. I only kill those who deserve it and think they’re above God and the law when it comes to their crimes.”
His words break the invisible metallic chains around me, leaving me free to explore whatever I wish with this man and his gray morals.
With a sob, I spin around and circle my arms around his neck, locking us in a kiss as he hikes me up, my legs wrapping around him, and we groan into the kiss when his hard length taps on my clit. The lace barely protects me from the rough texture of his jeans and as he starts walking toward somewhere, he pushes harder into me with each step. The mixture of pain and scorching heat makes me needy and hungry.
A hunger only he can sate.
My core grows wetter, my panties sticking to me while I deepen the kiss, our tongues stroking against each other’s and adding to the frenzy swirling around us. “Take me to bed.” Our mouths separate and I thread my fingers through his thick strands, swallowing hard when he pulls at my hair, his lips skimming over my throat. “This time I want you to fuck me hard.” He growls, his length growing thicker, and I gasp as he bites on my neck, sucking on the flesh so hard he leaves a new mark. “Please.”
“Don’t beg me, kitten. You never have to beg when it comes to me. Your husband will fuck his wife anytime, anywhere, whenever she wants.” He catches my moan, his tongue pushing inside my mouth, and the deep glides make me clamp my thighs tighter around him, shifting a little and whimpering at the desire spreading through me.
We need a bed and soon…
I squeal when he sends me flying, landing on his spacious bed in the moonlight-lit room that, despite the thunder echoing outside, lets me see everything clearly.
Sitting up, I roam my gaze over my man who starts to unbutton his shirt and drops it on the floor, giving me the most magnificent view.
His bare chest, his carved and ripped muscles. Everything in me yearns to lick and bite and claim him as mine so no one else thinks they have a shot with this handsome man. “Like what you see, kitten?” I nod eagerly and something flashes in his eyes. “I turn you on, kitten?” Another nod and a wicked smile curves his mouth as he hisses through his teeth. “Show me.”
Since I no longer have any reservations that comes to my husband, I throw all caution and shyness to the wind.
In this moment, nothing but our lust and need for each other have a place between us.
Curling my toes on the mattress, I widen my bent legs as my palm drifts from my stomach to my aching core. “See how wet I am?” I palm myself, gasping when thousands of sensations rock through me. “It’s because of you.” He steps closer while something in me awakens, something that thrives in the knowledge that this man is completely obsessed with me. It’s disturbing and wrong and has so many issues written all over it, but who cares when he looks at me this way? “I ache because of you. Right here.” I flip my panties to the side, showing him my bare core, and skim my fingers up and down my slit as the fire in the pit of my stomach grows. Removing my sticky fingers, I ask, “Want to taste?”
His face darkens, and he crooks his finger at me, so I get up on my knees, scooting toward the edge of the bed as he comes closer. “Feed it to me, kitten,” he orders gruffly, and I put my finger on his lips, smearing them with my arousal. He rolls his tongue out, licking his lips, and my core spasms. “Now taste yourself.”
My eyes widen at this and I do as he says, nipping on my finger when he lowers down the zipper on his pants and his cock springs free, the thick and pulsing length ready to fuck me hard. Without thinking, I touch it and swipe my thumb over the precum leaking from the head and lift my finger to my mouth, tasting him for the first time. Our combined taste flares the lust threatening to drive me insane. “I want more,” I whisper as I place my lips on his collarbone, dragging my mouth down. I kiss and lick his scars while biting on his carved muscles, enjoying his groan as he threads his fingers in my hair, gripping it hard and stilling my movements when I reach his cock. “Octavius.”
“What exactly do you want?” He pulls my head back so our eyes meet while my hands grab his hips. “Voice your wish.”
“I want to take you in my mouth.” Nervousness washes over me when his gaze heats at my request, and I swallow. “I’ve never done this before.”
He brushes his thumb over my lower lip while my pulse beats wildly, awaiting his reply, and he says, “Yeah? I’ve never done that either.” He pulls me up until our lips are inches apart and we share a breath while the truth he just disclosed to me shocks me. How is that possible? “I’ve never put my mouth on anyone but you either, kitten.” He swallows my gasp as he kisses me hard, the rough and bruising contact sending tickling sensations over me while the fire only intensifies and hotness envelops me. “You like that, don’t you, kitten?” He bites on my lower lip, tugging it and then sucking it hard while I shift restlessly, squeezing my thighs, but it gives little relief to my clenching core. “Knowing my mouth exclusively belongs to you?”
I can’t even lie. “Yes.” I don’t just like it, it ignites me in ways I never knew possible because we are in this together.
However fucked up all this might be.
I place my palm on his length, marveling at the soft texture, squeezing it, and he hisses as we look into each other’s eyes. “Harder,” he orders but I just wink at him, stroking him from base to tip, sitting back on my knees, my hot breath fanning his cock that jerks under my gaze. “Isla.” There is a warning in his tone.
“Watch me, darling.” I flick my tongue over the tip, his taste hitting me, and a moan escapes me when he fists my hair, the pressure maddening combined with the desire washing over me. I love having him at my mercy and the idea that he can come undone by something I’m doing is an aphrodisiac in and of itself.
I trace my tongue over the blue vein, familiarizing myself with him before skimming my lips back up and sucking on the head, pushing his cock into my mouth.
He palms my head, tilting it a bit back while a tremor rushes through him, and he rubs my cheeks. “Such a good girl.” He presses on my chin and my mouth opens around him wider, his length thrusting deeper while his hold on my hair tightness.
