Page 162 of Bleeding Hearts Duet

I shrugged his hand off mine and reached into his pants to stroke him through his briefs. He was burning hot and hard as steel. When his head fell back against the sofa for a moment, I thought I had him.

Then his hand came down to thread through my hair and tightened painfully.

“You want to make it right?” he asked.

I nodded, my lips parting at the fire in his eyes. God, I missed that fire.

He stood up and dragged me to the dining room table, putting me lewdly on display before he shoved his pants down his hips.

“Open your mouth.”

I did. Reaching under my shoulders, he pulled me down so that my head dangled off the edge of the table. He fisted his cock and rubbed it against my lips, sullying my lipstick the way he liked.

“Suck on it,” he demanded.

I obeyed him in the slavish manner I always did when he spoke to me that way. Grasping him in my fist, I milked out his pre-cum and smeared it across my lips before they parted and accepted him inside. The hitch in his breath and the flare in his eyes told me he liked it, even though he seemed to be at a loss for words himself. He loomed over me, observing with blazing eyes as I drew him in with long, slow pulls. He enjoyed this moment of gentle intimacy before he was rough. I never understood why, but it didn’t matter. I would take Ryland any way I could get him.

His fingers gripped the edge of the table as he leaned forward and closed his eyes. Tension radiated through his every muscle as he struggled to control himself. It wouldn’t be long until he gave up on it completely, and I wanted to push him off that ledge. I drew him deeper, harder, scraping my teeth against the crown of his head.

He rumbled his approval as he shoved the top of my dress down to bare my breasts. They rose and fell with excited breaths as he skimmed each mound with the palm of his hand. My heart escalated to a bombastic rhythm in my chest, my back arching up to accommodate his touch that I so desperately needed. I hated when he deprived me of it.

He was on me then, the darkness inside of him crackling to life as his fingers came to rest on the hollow of my throat. He pushed his hips into my face and cupped the back of my head with his other hand until he was as deep as I could take him. My moans vibrated against him and his eyes darkened in response.

“Are you enjoying this?” he tightened his grip on my hair and tugged. “Do you like to provoke me, Brighton?”

I mumbled around him, unable to answer since my mouth was stuffed full of his cock. I couldn’t help my response. It was hard-wired into my brain to like this now. He’d done that to me. He’d made me enjoy every dirty and rough and depraved thing that he did to me.

“You betrayed my trust tonight.” He pulled out and thrust deeper with a grunt. “And I didn’t fucking like it.”

I reached up and stroked his thigh as my eyes met his. A silent apology. A peace offering. His body remained steadfast, over six feet of pure male towering above me. He’d never looked hotter. Or angrier. But I could see his resolve fading as his eyes roamed over my breasts like he wanted to devour them. And then my face. He massaged my jaw with the pads of his fingers and pushed himself deeper.

“Spread your legs,” he demanded as he yanked my dress up around my waist. “Show me that pussy.”

I obeyed his command without a second thought.

“Who does it belong to?” he asked.

I mumbled my answer around him again. It belonged to him, of course.

“Don’t ever lie to me again.” His fingers gripped my face possessively and held my gaze. “Do you understand?”

I tried to nod at him but his hold was too tight, so I moaned instead. He hissed in a breath of air and gentled his touch as though he couldn’t help himself.

“Jesus, you look beautiful with my cock shoved down your throat.”

I reached for his hips and pushed him deeper.

Ryland lost it, and the time for talking was done. He held my head steady as he fucked my mouth hard and fast, sounds of agony tearing from his chest as he pawed at my breasts and reached down to stuff his fingers inside of me.

I could have come so easily, but this was about him. About purging his demons, and that’s all I wanted to focus on. I allowed my head to fall slack in his hands and immersed myself in the motions. On the sounds of pleasure and pain that ripped from inside of him. I’d done that. I’d caused that torment.

I vowed then and there that I would never lie to him again, and I meant it.

As though he could feel my silent promise, his face twisted in agony and his lips parted when he flooded my mouth with his release. I was enrapt by the sight of him from this angle, and I knew there wasn’t anything more beautiful than the sight of Ryland coming undone. His body sagged against me as the tension dissolved from his muscles, and just like that, my gentle lover was back.

I dragged in a breath of air when he pulled himself from my mouth and leaned down to kiss my face. He carried me back to the sofa and nestled me in his arms, tracing circles over my back. For a long time, we just sat there in silence, Ryland catching his breath as I listened to his heartbeat against my cheek.

After his breathing had calmed, I worked to unbutton his dress shirt, pulling it aside so I could feel his skin against mine. I coveted that feeling. That warmth and bliss only he could provide. I needed it more than anything right then.

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