Page 163 of Sinful Lies

“A few years ago,” she rasped, her teeth tugging at my ear as her hips rolled against me, “you shot down one of my ideas. Turning the museum into a nightclub for a night.” Her nails dug into my back as her breath skimmed my jaw. “I was fuckinglivid.”

I yanked at the cuffs again, the metal biting into my wrists.

But her voice dragged me back to her.

“I went home that night, spent hours pacing and cursing you out in my head, and finally passed out,” she said, leaning back.

Her hands gripped my shoulders, her tits inches from my face as she rocked against me harder, her breath hitching, soft moans spilling from her lips.

“In my dreams, we had the same argument. But instead of telling me to leave, you shoved me over your desk and fuckedme from behind. Hard, rough, until I forgot what we were even fighting about. You made me comesoviolently my own scream woke me up—your name on my lips, my sheets soaked, my nipples so tight they hurt.”

I let out a harsh curse, the raw image hitting my mind.

She grabbed my chin, her tongue darting out to trace my lips, before sucking my tongue into her mouth and biting down.

The kiss that followed wasn’t gentle—it was all teeth, heat, and wet desperation.

She pulled back, her chest heaving as she caught her breath, her lips swollen and glistening.

“Ever since that night, I’ve imagined you fucking me,” she moaned, her hips grinding down harder, her head falling back. “Every man I’ve ever met has been a pathetic excuse for you. None of them could even come close.”

“Jesus, Jade,” I groaned, my cock throbbing, trapped against the soaked fabric between us.

Her head snapped forward. “I’ve imagined you bending me over every goddamn surface, ruining me until I couldn’t walk straight. In my mind, you’ve fucked me in your office, in your car, in your private jet, even on top of the Lazzio family dining table.”

I hissed through clenched teeth as she leaned in, her tongue dragging along my bottom lip before biting it hard enough to make me taste blood.

“Years, Angelo,” she whispered, her lips brushing mine. “Yearsof wanting you to use me, fuck me, ruin me, make me yours so completely I’d forget where I ended and you began.”

Her tits pressed into my face, and I bit down on her nipple, hard enough to make her scream, her nails raking fire down my chest.

I licked over the welt, my jaw tightening as her body trembled against me.

Her hand gripped my chin, forcing me to look at her.

“Please, don’t stop this, Angelo. I’ve waited too fucking long.”

Her breath was ragged, her body a vision of a beautiful, dark dream.

She stood up, her skin flushed, chest heaving, and that wicked smirk curling on her lips as her tongue slid along her bottom lip.

She took off her thong, her juices running down her thighs, glistening.

She turned slowly, deliberately, letting me see every inch of her body, her back arched just enough to reveal that fucking tattoo etched along her spine.

It disappeared beneath the curve of her perfect ass, and I couldn’t fucking breathe.

She lifted one leg and placed it over mine, her hands gripping my knees for balance. She lowered herself onto my lap again, pressing her back against my chest. Her ass ground against my cock, teasing me.

She tilted her head back, her lips brushing my ear as her hand snaked around to rest on my throat. “Wanna taste me, Lazzio?”

I pulled against the cuffs hard enough to feel the skin of my wrists split, the sting barely registering over the heat of her body grinding against mine.

“Fuck, yeah.”

She laughed softly, the sound a dagger to my sanity, her hips rocking harder, her slickness soaking into me.

She turned her head just enough for her lips to brush against mine. “Your wish is my command.”

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