Page 30 of Bartered Innocence

His eyes flicker in the mirror as he pulls on the last of the tie and it falls from my body. My bare breasts are exposed to the chilly room, but in the next second he is palming and kneading at them. “You’re so beautiful.”

I blush at the whispered confession as he lets go and his hand skims to my panties. My stomach flexes at his torturous touches as he tugs at the waistband. I tilt my head back, resting on his chest as his fingers tease my slit. Rian’s breathing picks up, and his hardness pushes against my ass.

“This is all I could think about all day. How good your pussy is, how I couldn’t wait to feel it again, how it will always only ever be mine.”

I gasp as he pushes two fingers inside me and he groans, a deep guttural noise in my ear that sends heat straight to my core, gushing around his hand.

“Fuck, you’re still so tight.”

A laugh escapes my throat. “I’m sorry, did you think your big dick stretched me permanently?”

Rian growls, nipping at my neck and I jerk in his hold, my hips rocking as he presses his fingers deeper. “Your sassy mouth makes me hard.”

I don’t respond as the edge of his palm presses against my clit, and a humorless laugh fans across my skin. “Did you think if you gave me attitude it would turn me off?”

His fingers curl inside me and a cry falls from my lips. I grasp onto his wrist, pressing his arm harder against me. “I didn’t really think about you at all to be honest.”

“Liar.”

Rian pulls his hand away, spinning me, cupping my face, and crashing his mouth to mine. I moan, moving my lips with his and deepening our kiss. His hands cup my breasts, kneading them before pinching my pebbled nipples and then sliding to my ass and squeezing my cheeks.

I pull away, gasping for breath as he picks me up and lays me on the bed. My eyes are hooded as I watch him remove his suit, the green color so dark it’s nearly black, and it’s devastating how handsome he looks in it.

“I thought about you a lot. The way your pussy struggled to take me that first time, the blood I had to wash off around my cock,” he confesses, his hoarse voice almost a whisper as he joins me on the mattress, placing teasing kisses as he moves over me.

His lips drag to my breasts as he cups them, bringing my nipple to his mouth before he sucks hard.

My fingers twist into his hair as I arch into his hold.

“I ached for days.”

Rian groans at my confession, and I can’t hold back the smile that flirts on my mouth. I had no one to talk about what happened. Sonia asked, but I lied, saying I chickened out. I called in sick from work for a few days. It was overcautious, but it also allowed me to sit in my thoughts. The fear of his tattoo had faded with each passing moment, but the memory of his skillful hands and the feeling of him inside me lingered.

I pull his hair tighter, arousal coursing through me as his tongue curls and flicks at my hard tip.

“Every time I moved, it’s all I could think about. The way you filled me, the way it hurt but I kind of liked it.” My cheeks burn with embarrassment at my words, but he’s the only person I can share the experience with.

He pulls back, eyes black with desire. “You touch yourself, Isabelle? You get off at the thought of our time together?’

I bite my lip and shake my head, not wanting to admit I did. But the victory that shines in his gaze tells me he doesn’t believe me. The grin on his face is ferocious as his hand skims down my stomach, swiping through my wet folds before pushing two fingers into me.

“I fucked my fist to you almost every night, trying to hold on to the memory of your moans echoing in my ears.”

He pulls exactly that from me as he curls his fingers and hits the spot that has me tensing while fire builds in my belly.

I lick my lips, staring at him and hating myself for wanting the answer. “There was no one else?”

Rian raises an eyebrow and leans down, his mouth brushing against mine. “No, Isabelle. I haven’t been with anyone since you.” His thumb brushes against my swollen bud, and my hips jerk from the sensation. He circles my clit a few more times, and I squeeze my eyes shut before they fly open at his next words. “Does that make you happy? Don’t lie to me.”

“It shouldn’t. I should hate you,” I say with a shuddered sigh as he keeps playing with me.

“You should, but you don’t. Do you?”

I gasp, my pleasure coiling inside me tighter as he pumps his fingers. He licks my neck, all the way up to my ear.

“Come for me, wife. Then I’m going to fill you so full we’ll splatter the sheets with our mess.”

A laugh lurks in my throat, and I shake my head as my pleasure reaches its peak. I flutter around his fingers, wave after wave of ecstasy rolling through me.

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