Page 84 of Unholy Bonds

“Now you will come for me, Red, and you’ll come just as hard as you came before,” he said, thrusting two fingers inside me, even as his tongue circled my clit, relentlessly pushing me to the edge.

He didn’t have to ask twice.

I exploded into a million tiny pieces of comets, and I knew it would take a while to put all these shining, burning pieces back together.

One time with him would not be enough.

Oh, no.

I would need a million times before the world stopped burning.

34

HOLY HELL

RYDEN

Her scent was overwhelming. I was slowly drowning, and I knew I couldn’t get away, not this time, not after all of this. My cock throbbed against the constraint of my boxers and pants, aching to be buried in her, but it could wait. Everything must wait.

I loved the way she moaned and screamed and writhed under me, and I knew I’d come, I could come just by looking at her.

I want to mark her. The animal in me growled, its hunger powerful, as powerful as my own. In blood and my cum.

I stood up, and she gazed at me with a contented smile, looking so fucking beautiful.

The feeling inside me was fire, and I’d gladly burn to ashes to be touched by her, to touch her. I was addicted to this woman, and there was no rehabilitation for this addiction. The only way out of this madness was through it, through her.

I slid her dress down, staring at her breasts through the sexy bra she was wearing. “Do you always wear things like this, or did you wear it for him?” I growled out, cupping her breasts through the red lace, my fingers punishing. The realization that she might have worn this for that fucker was a kick in my dick, and I hated how feral I sounded when I asked her, but there it was.

A part of me wanted to claim her as my own. But another part of me knew that would be madness. More so than fucking her in an elevator in a crowded club.

“What do you think?” she asked, her voice defiant, as her hand trailed down my chest… and then she was opening my zipper and taking my stiff cock in her hand. I loved how uninhibited she was, how free and savage.

“I’ll kill him, Red.”

“You won’t. But I wore it for you,” she said, softly dragging her nail up my cock, and it was so hard not to come right then. “It’s your turn now, Ryden Sinclair. I crave… the taste of you.”

Fuck. The way she talked… the way she told me exactly what she wanted… It made my cock harder.

“Please.”

Her smile was smug. She was like a roller-coaster ride, and I was stupid to think I could stop when I wanted. Heart racing, head spinning, this mad ride would only stop at her command. She had all the control, and I didn’t care.

Her tongue darted out, and she licked the base of my chin as her fingers squeezed my cock.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” she whispered. “Just the right size. Like your cock is made for my mouth, my hand, my pussy. Just for me.”

“You’re insane,” I whispered, loving her smile, loving her madness. She laughed, and her expression of pure mirth was reflected by every mirror. The whole elevator was filled with Yara West and her incredible smile, and I was lost.

“Don’t you love it, love that I’m just the right kind of insane?” she asked, her fingers tightening around my cock.

“I do. So much,” I whispered before pressing my tongue to her lips. She gasped when I bit her. She bit back, and she wasn’t soft about it either.

She went to her knees with a smile. “You’ll kill me, Yara West,” I growled, and she laughed.

“Perhaps, but it’ll be the best way to die.” She laughed. “Don’t you think?”

“I KNOW.” My voice was a strange prayer, and my cock begged to be worshiped by her lips.

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