Page 24 of Sinful Restraint

“How. Many. Goddamn. Times?” he demanded, his voice unhinged in a way that I fuckin’ loved.

“More times than I can count,” I admitted, breaking at his words. “Which is probably why I was never satisfied with anyone I dated. They were boys, but you, Storm, and Titan were men.”

Cruz slowed his thumb and whispered, “So you thought about all three of us fuckin’ you, huh, my filthy girl?”

My eyes shot open, not that I even remembered closing them.Oh crap.I was hoping I didn’t just admit that not only did I think about Cruz that way but had Titan and Storm, too.

“I won’t make you say it,” he taunted, pressing against my clit this time, causing a sharp and helpless moan to slip past my lips. “But I can’t lie. The shit that turns me on is the fact that you’ve probably fantasized about being filled with three dicks at once.”

My emotions intertwined with the beautiful friction he was causing, made my head fall back as the heat of my desire swallowed me whole.

Cruz cursed under his breath, his other hand gripping my hip, as he guided me to rock my body against his thumb.

“That’s it,” he muttered, his lips brushing against my throat. “Let me make you feel good, baby.”

I whimpered, my hands digging into his shoulders as my body trembled under his touch. When he dipped two fingers inside of me, pushing them deep and bringing me to the edge before dragging me over it, I couldn’t contain the moan that escaped my mouth.

My legs were shaking, my thighs squeezing his as my pussy clenched around his hand and pleasure hit me in slow, rolling waves.

“Fuckin’ beautiful,” he muttered, the rasp in his voice forcing my eyes to meet his even if I could barely keep them open.

When he reached to the circular table beside the couch with his free hand, picked up his keys from the tray, and flicked open his Swiss army knife, I was pretty sure I stopped breathing.

He ran the cool tip of the blade beneath the edge of my shorts and flicked upwards, making a small cut. Before I could comprehend what he was doing, he tugged at the material, only removing his hand from my pussy so that he could rip off my torn shorts.

“Ah, little Ri is a little rebellious, huh?” he teased, running his fingers over the tattoo on my left thigh.

“It’s a Chinese phrase,” I explained. “It means ‘To go with fate. To return to the truth.’”

Cruz licked his lips, my eyes on his tongue when he said, “I think fate is on my side that you’re bleeding right now.” He tilted his head to the side. “And the truth is, I’ve never seen you look more beautiful.”

My eyes dropped to my legs that were spread open, turned on by everything he did, but a little self-conscious, too.

“Damn, look at the mess you’re making, Ri.” His words mixed with the sight of my blood dripping onto his jogging pants caused aftershocks from my orgasm to ripple through me, my body weak and wrecked by what he was doin’ to me.

I draped my body over Cruz like I had no bones left, his fingers tracing slow circles on my thigh, while his other hand still pressed firm against my stomach, like he wasn’t ready to let me go just yet.

When his fingers slid between my thighs again, his breath hitched, and his eyes sparked with intensity as he felt what he was looking for. He pulled back slightly, just enough for our eyes to meet, and that’s when his pupils grew wide, dark, and ravenous.

My gut twisted in pleasure this time and not from the cramps that had suddenly disappeared after my orgasm.

“Cruz,” I murmured, in awe of … everything.

When he pulled his fingers out of my pussy, he lifted his hand between us, his fingers slick and painted red with my blood and juices all over them.

My breath stilled, the moment seeming to stretch too long as his lips parted, and his tongue flicked out … tasting it with the silver barbell of his tongue ring, teasing me before he briefly closed his eyes and let the taste linger in his mouth.

His tongue flicked out again slowly, and my eyes were unable to stop staring at his tongue ring while he sucked even more of my blood off his fingers, like he wanted to savor every last drop. A shudder rolled through my body, equal parts of thrill and terror.

Because I wasn’t pulling away.

I was watching … intently, obsessively.

“Cruz,” I whispered, my voice shaky as I swallowed the heated air between us. “That’s?—”

“Beautiful,” he answered, cutting me off.

I froze, his eyes holding me hostage, the glint in them daring me to run, if for no other reason than for him to be able to catch me.

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