Page 24 of Tainted Love
There’s a delicious-looking fruit salad in the fridge, but in my angry, worked-up state, I definitely don’t feel like fruit salad. I let out a sigh, instead pulling open the freezer and taking out a tub of cookies and cream ice cream. Once I grab a large spoon from the drawer, I sit down at the bench to enjoy my favourite dessert.
The back of my neck tingles and I stiffen. All the air in the room suddenly vanishes. I try to ignore it, scooping another mouthful of chocolate goodness into my mouth and licking the spoon clean.
“Enjoying that, Duchess?” Elias’s voice is like smooth whiskey as it melts all over my skin.
“Delicious,” I choke out, squeezing my thighs. I hate the way my body responds to him. The fact I quiver in anticipation, even though he’s barely stepped into the room. I mentally slap myself and try to ignore the magnetic pull.
“We’ve got to stop meeting like this.” He sounds closer now.
I squeeze my eyes shut and try to block out the memories of the last week—his hand covering my mouth, squeezing my throat, cupping my dripping pussy.
Pull yourself together, Bea. He’s a fucking arsehole and you willnotgive in to his games.
The heat radiates off his body as he steps up behind me.
“Has anyone ever licked ice cream off your pretty little cunt, Duchess?”
His warm breath against my neck causes a shiver to run down my spine. My nipples pebble and I can’t help my small gasp. The images his words conjure have me squirming in my seat.
“Stay away from me, Elias,” I manage to choke out. “I’m not interested.”
He chuckles, and the sound vibrates through my body. “Are you sure about that?” He reaches around me, taking the tub of ice cream and spoon before stepping back.
I let out a deep breath, count to ten, then I slip off the chair and force myself to turn.
My mouth runs dry the instant I look at him. It’s like he’s walked straight off a cover shoot for the Rolling Stone and Sports Illustrated combined. His curls are slicked back from his swim in the pool, and water still beads down his sculpted, inked chest. My eyes wash over the intricate designs covering his torso, dipping down to where they disappear beneath his swim shorts.
He leans back against the bench, a cocky smirk on his ridiculously hot face. I try to swallow, but it’s like my mouth is the Sahara Desert.
“You like what you see, Duchess?” He dips the spoon in my ice cream then runs his tongue over the creamy mix in an indecent gesture.
I scowl and cross my arms over my chest, feeling a jolt of pleasure hit the apex of my thighs as they brush my hardened nipples.Fuck me.“In your dreams.”
He grins as he licks the spoon clean. “Every night, Duchess.”
“Fuck off, Elias.” I snap. “Enough of your stupid games. I’m not playing,” I snark as I move to walk away.
His eyes darken as he puts down the ice cream and steps in front of me.
“Well, I’m not playing either. Since yesterday, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how wet you were for me, and I’ve decided it’s time for me to have a taste.”
“I thought your plan was to have me on my knees begging for it?”
He grips my chin between his thumb and finger and tilts my head so I’m looking into his steel-grey eyes. “Oh, you will beg by the time I’m finished, Duchess.”
I gasp as his hands drop to my arse. Suddenly he lifts me, and my hands move to his shoulders, steadying myself so I don’t fall. He places me on the bench, the marble a cool contrast on my warm skin, and he steps between my legs. I can feel how turned on he is right now.
“W-what are you doing?” I object, trying to shuffle off the bench, but Elias silently places his hand on my chest and pushes me back until I’m balanced on my elbows. When he has me where he wants, he leans forward and slowly presses soft kisses to my exposed stomach as he hooks his fingers in my underwear, pulling them down my legs.
“Elias, please … We shouldn’t be doing this,” I whimper, but my protest is futile. My body trembles with anticipation and my eyes widen as I watch him dip the spoon into the tub of ice cream which is slightly melted.
“Shh …” His heavy gaze is locked on my glistening pussy. I’m already wet for him, even before he holds the spoon above me.
A surprised squeak escapes my lips as the ice-cold dessert hits my skin and oozes down my slit.
Elias doesn’t give me a second to process the sensation as he flattens his tongue against me, lapping up the stickymess.
“Fucking delicious,” he groans, as he peels the lips of my pussy back with his sticky fingers and thrusts his tongue deep inside me.
