Page 13 of Corrupt Desires

“Then let me show you.”

As he brings his lips down on mine, I’m frozen in place. The two parts of me are at war, and I hate this man for using it against me.

His tongue gently caresses my lips, begging for entrance. Finally giving in to my traitorous body, I grant him access. His growl of satisfaction burns me hotter, and it’s all I can do to stay upright. Our tongues meet in a slow perusal, learning each other’s mouths. My body shivers with need as he takes the kiss deeper. Grabbing onto the hair at the back of his head, I pull slightly, satisfying myself by his hiss of pain. I might give in to him, but that doesn’t mean I have to go down easy.

“Want to play rough, huh, Emilia?” he says against my lips.

Before I can get a retort out, he grabs me behind my legs, hoisting me up around his waist. I have no choice but to wrap my legs around him, which puts us at the perfect angle for his cock to rub against my clit. The sensation is delicious and I grind my pussy on his cock, desperate for more contact. I feel James smile around my lips, and then he throws me on the bed, wasting no time in pulling down his briefs. His cock springs loose of its confines, and I’m honestly torn. The man has a beautiful cock, but at the same time I’m afraid it will tear me in two.

As he watches me on the bed, he starts to slowly stroke his cock, taking his pre-cum and running it along his length.

“Em, what I wouldn’t give to have that smart-ass mouth of yours wrapped around my cock. But for now, I’ll satisfy myself by tasting you first.”

Leaning back on my elbows, I watch as he steps toward the bed, crawling over me and settling between my legs. His cock nudges my pussy through my shorts, putting pressure on my sensitive bundle of nerves. I lift my hips, desperate for more contact. Kissing along my neck, he starts to lift my tank top up and over my head, freeing my breasts, which harden with the cool air. He palms my left breast before squeezing my pebbled nipple, making me moan and arch my back from the bed. The man definitely knows his way around the female body, and I’m losing myself to his touch. I hate him, but I love the way he makes my body feel.

I thought I could hold onto my hatred of him, but the lines are quickly becoming blurred.

Ten

James

Emilia is like putty in my hands. I know her body is betraying her right now, and she will probably hate me even more when all is said and done. I can’t help myself though, she is a goddess, and I’m simply here to worship her. I’ll show her exactly what her body needs right now.

Kissing down her neck, I make sure to give each breast an equal amount of attention, rolling the sensitive bud with my tongue and nipping gently. Emilia is panting underneath me, her pupils completely blown out with need. Knowing exactly what her body wants, I kiss her one last time before making my way down her body, peppering her smooth, toned body with my kiss, nipping as I go.

Reaching the hem of her shorts, I slowly trace the band with a finger ever so lightly, watching her through my lashes as she raises her hips, desperate for more contact. She might not want this, but her body definitely does, and I will use that to my advantage.

Sitting back, I look at her in all her heated glory. She levels me with a glare. “Why did you stop?”

Her anger humors me. Either she’s angry that I’m taking advantage of her, or she’s angry that I’ve stopped. She’s a walking contradiction.

“Just admiring you. I want to remember this tomorrow when you go back to hating me.”

She rolls her eyes and levels me with a lust filled stare.

“Do you trust me, Emilia?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Humor me, then,” I reply, reaching over to my nightstand and pulling out the silk ribbons I put in the drawer.

“What are those for,” she asks wearily, eyeing the ribbons as I grab her hand.

“You’ll see.”

Bringing her hand to the headboard, I tie her hand to the round hooks and repeat the process to her other hand. Satisfied that she’s thoroughly restrained, I sit back and admire her spread out before me.

She squirms as I eye her up, looking up at her hands before meeting my heated gaze.

Before she can say anything to stop me, I pull down her shorts in one fell swoop, leaving her only in her black lace thong. Her arousal is evident in the wetness seeping from between her thighs, soaking the front of her panty. I look up at her before lowering myself between her legs.

“Tell me you want this, Em.”

“Never,cabrón.”

“Your body tells a different story.”

Wasting no time, I push her thong to the side and slip one finger through her wet folds, circling her clit. The reaction is immediate as she lifts her hips, begging for more.

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