Page 82 of Cruel Secrets

She grins, teeth grazing over my jaw before she reaches for my hands, tying them to the spindles that make up the bedframe.

“You’re going to be pretty sad without me touching you.”

“You think so?” She runs her hands down her body, pulling her nipples between her fingers.

I strain to touch her, the rope biting into my wrists.

She smirks, fingers trailing between her legs and teasing her clit. “I bet you wish this was you, don’t you?”

“Your ass is going to have a permanent handprint on it if you don’t sink that tight little pussy onto my cock right now, Gia.”

“I don’t know.” Her head tilts back slightly as she moans, back arching and two fingers slipping into her. “What do I need you for?”

“Funny.” I grit my teeth as my cock aches. I need to be in her. She’s like an addiction I just can’t beat, but here she is teasing me instead.

And I have to be honest, it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

Just when I think she really is going to make herself come, riding her fingers and whimpering my name, she smirks and holds them out to me.

“Want another taste?”

Lifting my head off the bed, I take her fingers into my mouth, licking every drop of her sweet arousal from them as she takes my cock, inching it into her pussy.

I rock my hips off the bed, driving deeper into her and sending her tumbling forward against my chest. “You’re going to ride me now, and you’re going to make yourself come.”

She smirks flicking her tongue over my nipple. “Ask nice.”

“Please fuck me before I spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week.”

Her eyes flare with lust as she rolls her hips, changing the angle and taking me deeper.

Her nails press into my chest as she rides me, hips rocking and moans filling the room.

I’m throbbing, desperate for release as she comes on my cock, her pussy milking me.

The feeling of her is all it takes to send me over the edge, stiffening as I finish, letting her continue to ride until she’s completely spent.

She gives me a lazy smile, reaching for the rope and untying it before tossing it to the side. “How are your wrists?”

I show off the red marks around them before grabbing her by the waist and rolling us over, pinning her beneath me. “I’m perfectly fine, but I think I owe someone a red handprint.”

Gia grins, her foot trailing down the length of my leg until her knee is pressed against my hip. “Oh, do you?”

Smirking, I lean in and kiss her, losing myself in her for the rest of the night.

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“You rat bastard!”

I jolt upright in bed, looking over to see Gia sitting up with the sheets clutched to her chest. “That sounds like Skyla.”

Gia springs out of bed and grabs one of my shirts, pulling it on and dashing out of the room while I’m still scrambling to get my joggers on. I take off after her, nearly missing the bottom step as I skid into the kitchen.

Skyla stands with her arms crossed as she glares at Aiden. “You can’t just waltz in here and start making demands after the attack yesterday. You need to give everyone a fucking breather.”

Aiden glares at me, the frown deepening when he gets a good look at what Gia is wearing.

Shit.

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