Page 9 of Heart of a Devil

“Not this time, sweetheart. I’ll give you a freebie.”

He pulls his top off over his head, and I grin at the sight of his bare chest. He’s absolutely massive and as impressively built as I hoped. His broad shoulders are slabs of muscle, and his chest and abs look rock hard. “Somebody works out.”

“Somebody does. Gotta look after yourself, right? Especially at my age.”

I giggle at that, because he’s in better shape than most much younger men. His body is not the pretty, perfectly chiseled form of a Hollywood star, but the solid, brawny, and irresistibly masculine physique of a man who knows how to use his body in the real world.

He runs his company, Archangel, with Gabriel, and although they’ve now branched out into boutique hotels and clubs, it started as a small two-man security setup. My familybackground means I know “security” is often a forgiving term for many different ways of doing business, not all of them legit. No, I have zero illusions about what kind of man Sebastian Donovan is or how he’s made his way in the world. That sexy body of his isn’t just for show.

He’s now standing at the bottom of the bed in a pair of black boxer briefs, his cock and balls struggling against the fabric as his eyes devour me. “To answer your question, yes. I like what I see very much.”

I’m desperate to pull that fabric away and feel the solid heft of him in my hand, to run my tongue along his shaft and drive him as crazy as he drove me—but I also want to tease, to play for a while. Maybe it’s because I need to take back a bit of control. Perhaps just because it’s fun.

I slide to the edge of the bed, looking up at his face. His nostrils flare, and his pupils are blown out with desire. There’s a tremor in his thick thighs, and it’s clear he’s having to exert a lot of self-control to keep himself from pouncing.

I very slowly pull my dress up my thighs to my waist, spreading my legs wide and putting on a show. He stole my panties earlier, so my bare pussy is on full display, making him suck in a deep breath. I let my hand wander down there, briefly brushing my folds, and run one finger along my wetness. It’s all for him—I’m way too sensitive for anything more than a gentle touch—but I can tell from the sudden twitch in his boxers that it’s having the desired effect. I love watching men jerk themselves off, and most men love watching women play with themselves too.

I push my finger inside myself, letting him get a good view of it all, thrilled by the effect it’s having on him. Then I carry on pulling my dress up, taking my time, enjoying every moment of his attention as he stares at each little scrap of flesh I reveal to him. I finally tug the fabric over my head and sit there in only myblack lacy bra, my curls flowing down my shoulders. “Fuck me, Lauren,” he says with a sigh.

“That’s the general idea, Seb.”

I reach behind and take my time unhooking my bra. I may look calm and in control, but my fingers are shaking, and I fumble the simple action I’ve done a million times before. I’m just as turned on as he is, and seeing that huge bulge is making me wet again. I want him inside me so much my pussy walls are contracting at the mere thought of him filling me up.

My bra falls from my chest, and I cup my breasts in my hands and squeeze them together, the flesh spilling out of my fingers. My plan is to tease him until he can’t stand it anymore. He deserves a little sweet torture after what he did to me on the kitchen table.

It’s a good plan, but Seb has other ideas. He lets out a low growl, and in a flash, he’s on me. He pushes me down onto the bed until I’m flat and naked beneath him, straddling me, his thighs clamped on either side of my hips. His cock presses against me, still infuriatingly trapped inside his boxers. He takes my wrists in one big hand and pins them firmly above my head. I am completely at his mercy, and it’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced. “Such a little tease. Trying to drive me crazy, are you?”

“Yeah. And I’d say from the feel of you that it worked.” I grind myself up against him and am rewarded by a shudder that runs through his whole being.

“God, that feels good, sweetheart. But I need to explore this hot fucking body of yours first. I will be fucking you, don’t worry—but I’ll be fucking you when I say so and not a moment before, understand?”

“Are you always this bossy?”

“Only when I’m with someone who needs discipline—and you obviously do.”

He thrusts his hips, and his rock-hard length hits my sweet spot so perfectly that I throb with need. I want to throw my legs around him, tug him closer, rub up against him until I climax, but I can only move as much as he allows me to.

He rocks his hips back and forth a few times, applying a slow pressure that drives me wild. I don’t recognize the sounds coming from my own mouth, and every ounce of feeling in my body seems to be throwing a party in my clit. He’s grinning as he watches me try to writhe closer, and part of me hates him for it—but part of me is relishing his dominance. This is a man who knows what he is doing, who knows how to play every inch of a woman’s body to perfection, and all I can do is enjoy the ride.

He leans down, his bulky body blocking the moonlight that floods in through the window, and kisses me. The pressure of his lips is incredibly soft to start with, a complete contrast to the firm grip he has on my wrists and the muscular thighs holding me in place. He coaxes and caresses, and his tongue slides to meet mine in a rhythm that echoes the thrusts of his erection against my pulsing clit.

His mouth trails along my jawline, my neck, the skin beneath my ears. He nips and nuzzles and licks, and I see stars as he works his magic. “You taste amazing, Hot Sauce. I think I’m going to lick you all over. Your skin is addictive.”

“Please, Seb,” I murmur as he explores me. “Let go of my hands. I want to touch you too.”

“How can I resist when you asked so nicely?” He releases me, and I wrap my arms around his neck. I bury my fingers in his thick silver-streaked hair and pull him closer. My enthusiasm ignites him, and he kisses me much harder, his tongue demanding, our lips battling. It goes on for so long that I’m gasping for breath when he finally pulls away, my fingers left resting limply on those brutish shoulders of his.

“Wow! That was a hell of a kiss.”

“It was, sweetheart. And now I’m going to kiss the rest of you too. I’ve been fantasizing about getting your nipples into my mouth since the moment I met you.”

He sits up, places my arms down on the bed, and pushes my legs wide apart so he can kneel between them. He’s all hard muscle and intensity, and seeing him move my body around so effortlessly and with such confidence has my core contracting.

He runs his hands up either side of my waist, then smoothly up my ribcage, coming to rest directly under my breasts. I’m breathing way too fast now, my chest heaving as he draws little circles with his fingers on the sensitive flesh. My nipples are already hard, and I strain upward in an attempt to catch his wandering fingers.

“The more you do that, the longer I’ll make you wait, sweetheart. I want those big brown nipples of yours begging for me first.”

I groan, wanting to argue, but he means it. I force myself to calm down, to be still, even though I can feel the wet heat building up between my legs.

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