Page 59 of Devious Madness

Desire drips from her words.

“I want to touch you, take the belt off?” She nods toward her bindings.

“Not this time.” I drop my pants to the floor and move behind her. “On your knees.”

She shuffles herself into position, sticking her ass at me as though it’s some sort of dare.

Once the tip of my cock presses against her entrance, an animalistic need takes over. I plow into her, feeling the tightness and the heat. It’s as if a lightning bolt strikes me. I’m charged, completely electrified to my core.

“Fuck.” I pull free of her only for a moment to flip her to her back again. I need to see her, watch her come unraveled beneath me.

Locking eyes with me, she raises her arms over her head again, putting herself back into proper position.

I’ve never seen anything so beautiful as this. Leaning over her, I flick her nipple with my tongue until it’sat a hard peak.

“Good girl,” I croon, smashing my mouth over hers while I plow into her again.

I swallow her cries as she meets me thrust for thrust. Her hips buck off the bed, her tongue lashes across mine. I give, she takes, and then she gives right back.

It’s perfect.

And beautiful.

And powerful.

“Rurik!” she whines. “I’m so close. Can I come? Please!”

What this woman does to me! She rips the strength from me with her submission. I wonder if she even knows how easily she slipped into it.

“Good fucking girl!” I thrust harder. “Come.”

Her eyes fly open as her orgasm rips through. Her pussy clenches around me, pulling me into her and dragging me closer to my own release.

I thrust again and again until my body takes control. My breath catches, and for a moment everything stills. There’s an explosion. A burst of raw, searing heat. I jerk with the force of it, gripping onto her hips and kissing her harder than ever before as my orgasm tears through me in powerful, uncontrollable waves.

It’s moments before we bring our eyes to meet, but when they do, something changes. The warmth I felt before in my chest is now an inferno.

Her cheeks are flushed. Using my thumb, I pry her bottom lip from between her teeth and replace it with a kiss, this one soft and sensual.

“Give me your hands.” I ease away from her, coming to kneel at her side.

There’s a delicate red band around her wrist after I remove the leather strap. Bringing them to my lips, I kiss the mark.

“It doesn’t hurt.” She tries to sound comforting.

She misunderstands.

“I like my marks on you.” I coil the belt and drop it on the nightstand beside the bed.

“That sounds barbaric.”

I shrug. “It’s the truth. Don’t move, let me get a washcloth.”

She manages to behave long enough for me get a damp cloth and clean her, before she starts to roll off the bed.

“I need to call Megan back. She’s going to think you’re tormenting me with the way you yelled then hung up on her.”

“You can call her in the morning.”

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