Page 59 of Bad At Love

His large brown eyes turned thoughtful. “And this scene…turned you on?”

“Not the scene itself, although it was very provocative.”

“What did then?”

“Imagining it with you. Which was the first place my mind went to. Immediately.”

“And here I was, racking my brains about how to make tonight special for you,” he said, his teeth flashing in the cool dark of the room, his smile full of a wicked joy. “Turn around, baby. Your beast wants inside you.”

Eyes wide, breath hitching like a bird flapping itself against a glass wall, Chaaru turned.

“Loosen the belt on the skirt and let it drop.”

“I have very ugly tights underneath it. To avoid chafing,” she said, biting her lip.

“I don’t give a fuck what you have underneath, Char. Only that you let me into your pussy. You said it was mine to do with as I pleased, no?”

Chaaru pressed her heated forehead against the door. How did he get her so hot just with his words? Why did it feel so good to give over control into his hands when she craved it everywhere else? Was that the secret—the complete trust she had in him? And what was this kind of trust if it wasn’t love?

Not that she was questioning the bounty that had landed her here. But in hindsight, it seemed foolish that she hadn’t seen it when she’d let him finger fuck her in the back of the SUV. And in how easily he’d given her what she needed.

“It’s yours,” she said.Forever,she wanted to say, but the word stuck in her throat.

My pussy, my heart, and my soul.

All of it is yours.

All of me is yours.

She gasped when he pulled her close and rubbed his erection against her buttocks. Her mouth dried up as he kicked her feet apart and dry humped her with such force that her breasts dragged against the cool wood and their bodies thumped against the door.

Her nipples tightened painfully.

“Something like that?” he said, tugging her earlobe with his teeth.

“Yes.”

“Then do as you’re told, baby.”

She undid the knot of her lehenga and pushed it down past her hips. The sheer, belly flattening shape-wear she had on was relatively nude for her brown skin. Already she could feel the deep gouge the tight fabric left on her flesh.

“It should be a crime to do this to yourself,” DP said, patiently rolling down the tight edges of the shape wear. “Don’t move.”

Her belly popped out from under the crushing fabric, breath rushing into her.

Sinking to his knees, DP kissed every inch of the abused flesh he uncovered, cursing the entire fashion industry, and the world, for good measure. Joy spread through Chaaru, washing away the bitter taste of having to say goodbye to him in a few hours.

Then he lifted her legs, one foot at a time, to pull it off. His fingers on her ankles felt like the best kind of shackles. “Are you okay to keep the heels?” he said, running his fingers up her legs to trace the lace against her ass cheeks. The panties were outrageously expensive, but going by his pithy curse, they were worth every cent.

Cheek pressed against the wood, Chaaru smiled. “Do you want me to?”

“God, yes,” he said, kneading the globes of her ass with his hands. “This lace, these heels and those legs…I feel like that beast, Char.”

“I was hoping for that,” she said, feeling like melting wax all over.

“Yeah?” he said. His fingers played with the lace right before he dug his teeth into the dimpled flesh. A rough moan rattled out of her at the pain and the accompanying zing of pleasure pooling at her pussy.

“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart. I need to get you ready for my beast of a cock.”

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