Page 44 of Sinful Restraint

My mouth brushed her ear. “You’re playing a game you’re positioned to lose, Ri.”

“What if I want you to win?”

I let go of her throat and grabbed her jaw firmly with that hand instead. “You know I’m the kind of muthafucka to get addicted to shit easily. If you let me do this, I’ll want to do it all the time.”

She smiled like she already knew what it would cost her, and didn’t care. “Good,” she said, leaning into the blade that I washolding between her legs with my other hand. “I came here tobleed.”

I growled against her neck, my teeth grazing her skin as I was overcome with too much fuckin’ excitement about what she was letting me do. Her low and breathless laugh made me more reckless than usual and was the last push I needed to drop to my knees, lift her dress, and remove her panties that I stuck in the pocket of my suit jacket.

Ri widened her stance on her own accord, already knowing what I needed. With the knife, I dragged it up and down the inside of her creamy brown thighs, loving the way she shivered beneath the touch of the blade. I wasted no time with the first cut, slicing her beautiful skin softly, before going over that same cut a little deeper the next time.

She moaned, more pain than pleasure, but muttered a soft, “Keep going,” when the blood began to trickle down her skin. I cut the other side of her inner thigh next, going slower this time to savor the experience a bit more.

“Look at you,” I muttered, glancing up at her, while I dug the knife a bit deeper, “Bleeding like you were made for me.”

She whimpered, her legs shaking after I released my blade from her skin. Her body began sliding down the wall, but that’s not where I wanted her.

Gripping both of her legs, I lifted her off the ground and stood, placing her thighs onto my shoulders and forcing her to wrap her legs around my head.

“Cruz,” she moaned, her sexy voice teasing my ears as she became overcome with pleasure.

I buried my face between her thighs, my tongue ring grazing her walls, while I alternated between eating her pussy and licking the blood from where I cut her, the combination my undoing.

Ri quivered beneath my mouth, clawing at the smooth walls to try and keep herself balanced, before realizing that gripping my head was the best way for her to hold on. I dug my tongue deeper inside her, lapping up her tasty juices, while increasing my strokes.

“Cruz!” This time, she yelled my name and tightly grabbed my locs in a way that was painful just the way I liked it. Her sweet cum was filling my mouth a minute later, her hips bucking against my tongue as I refused to let up the pressure.

“Holy shit,” she murmured as I eased her off of my face and allowed her body to slide down mine. I didn’t give a shit if she was messing up my navy suit. In fact, I wanted to fuck up our clothes even more.

Her heels had barely touched the floor before I was unbuttoning and unzipping my pants, then lifting her up to my waist this time. Ri didn’t have to be told what to do as her legs wrapped around me, her hot pussy sucking in my dick perfectly as I thrusted inside of her.

We both released twin groans of satisfaction, the intimate connection between us one that I would never get enough of. The only thing that would make it better was seeing her get fucked by Storm and Titan tonight too, but I was sure those bastards had already had their time with her today.

Right now, it was my turn to destroy this pussy.

“Cruz, right there,” she cooed, lifting her hips to meet my thrusts as I fucked her roughly against the wall, releasing the frustrations of the day … of the losses I’d experienced this year.

When Ri finally released another orgasm, it only took another minute or so before I followed behind her, grunting into the ceiling of the Velvet Room in a way that felt as therapeutic as it was enjoyable.

Instead of lowering Ri to the floor, I continued to hold her tightly and walked us to the velvet chair. We were still intimatelyconnected when I sat down with us both facing each other while she straddled my lap.

Unable to help myself, I kissed her hard, swallowing each moan and every whimper that left her mouth. When I finally let her breath, her eyes were glassy, her chest was heaving. And her freshly done hair was a tangled mess.

Yet, she never looked more beautiful.

“Is this what you needed today?” she asked, gently cupping my cheeks. I nodded, not trusting my words because some days sucked and were hard as fuck for no reason … like today.

“I needed this too,” she whispered, leaning her head down onto my shoulder. I held her in a much-needed hug, counting my lucky stars that I had her in my life.

My grip on her didn’t loosen for another twenty minutes, until Elijah knocked on the door and fucked up my kumbaya moment when he told me that I was needed on the main level of the club.

“Damn, okay!” I yelled to Elijah when he knocked a third time. “Calm yo’ Geoffrey Butler offThe Fresh Prince of Bel-Airass down. I’m comin’.”

Santari slapped me on the shoulder and told me to be nice, while Elijah gave me the silent treatment when I finally opened the door.

Eventually, I apologized, but he was too damn sensitive. Homeboy wouldn’t say shit to me the rest of the night and only sent me text messages to communicate.

It didn’t fuck up my mood though. Thanks to Ri, I felt much lighter when I got back to work. That’s what she did for me. If only for a moment, being with her always felt dangerously close to peace.

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