Page 55 of Arranged Obsession
Instead, I kiss him back, reckless and stupid with how badly I want this.
His mouth is wild and brazen. His tongue presses against mine, devouring and dominating. I moan, grinding against him, breathless and dizzy. He scares the ever-loving shit out of me but he also makes me want to strip down and give myself over to his animalistic desires. I’ve never hated someone so much while wanting to fuck them to death at the same time.
It’s ugly and wrong. It’s all the sin I should hate. But it feels so fucking good.
He pushes me back against the bed. His towel falls off. His cock is hard, stiff like iron, throbbing. The head is thick and gorgeous. I moan in shock as he pins me down and roughly tears off my sleep shorts, throwing them aside. Leaving me bare on the bottom.
He groans with pure pleasure.
“No fucking panties,” he breathes, sucking in air as his fingers trail down my belly and over my hips.
“Do you sleep in underwear?” I ask, feeling weirdly defensive, but it’s hard to stay angry. Not with the way he’s looking at me with pure wonder in his eyes.
This guy’s fucking insane.
It’s like he’s seeing a woman for the first time.
No, it’s like he’s seeing pure perfection. Like he’s having a religious experience.
The worship in his expression is overwhelming and incredible. He’s basking in me like I’m a goddess descending down from heaven. I’ve never been so thoroughlyseenbefore in my life, and it’s incredibly addictive.
Even though he’s a demon.
He responds with another blistering kiss as his hands find my soaking slit. He teases up and down, and I grind into his touch. Brainless and spineless. Buzzing with how badly I want it. He growls into my mouth and it’s the hottest sound I’ve ever heard in my life, like he’s losing control.
When his fingers finally slide inside, my spine goes rigid and I make a wailing moaning sound I didn’t even know could come out of my throat.
“Wet,” he says, voice shaking. Somehow, he makes that one word sound incredible. “So fucking soaked. You want this, you filthy fucking girl.”
“Don’t say that.” I shiver because he’s right. I really, really do want it.
“You’re dripping. You’re soaking my palm.” He glides his fingers in deep and grinds the heel of his hand against my clit. It sends waves of bliss down my spine as I spread my legs wider. Fuck that’s incredible. “Bianca, you filthy fucking slut, you act like you’re perfect and good, but look at you now. Dripping for me. For your murderer husband.”
“Oh my god,” I gasp, grinding into him, back arching and mind beginning to melt. “Don’t talk to me that way, you fucking asshole.”
“Filthy slut.” His fingers go deeper and faster. “Dirty fucking girl. You belong on your knees begging for cum, you know that? You walk around like God’s gift but you’re just as fucked and dirty as the rest of us sinners.”
“Fuck you,” I moan while thinkingkeep going. My fingers grip the sheets and I’m so close I can barely stand it. I don’t know what it is about this guy talking to me like that but it breaks something inside of me. It wakes a filthy demon. Some primal, slutty, needy part of me. The little slice of evil I’m constantly trying to keep quiet.
Everyone’s got a little nightmare hiding deep inside them.
Cormac’s bringing mine out.
And it feels so fucking good.
“Let me lick you, filthy girl. Let me see if you taste as good as you look, as you smell.” He breathes me in before covering my pussy with his mouth. His tongue laps me, licking, sucking, sloppy and incredible. My clit’s throbbing with each blissful stroke. I grabhis hair and grind myself into him, not caring if it makes me look crazy or if I’m drowning him with my desire.
Let him drown. Let him bleed and beg. I don’t care, so long as I get my release.
He moans in a frenzy, fingers fucking me and tongue licking my clit. Every muscle in my body is pulled tight and I’m like a freaking violin string vibrating. I’ve never been so close to the edge before. Never wanted to drop into black blissful hell. Except now it’s like Cormac’s dragging me into darkness, and all I want is to stay there and be consumed.
“Come for me, baby,” he commands, sounding like he can’t help himself as he keeps fucking me with his fingers. “Come for me, please, you taste so fucking good. I need you to come on my mouth, baby.”
“Oh, god,” I moan, arching into him, eyes rolling back as I finally lose control. “Oh, fuuuuuck, Cormac.”
Heaven hits me. My core clenches and shatters into a hundred thousand pieces on his fucked-up mouth. I come and come, grinding into him, a squealing messy wreck. I make horrifying, impossible noises, the sort of shit I’ll probably feel embarrassed about later, but right now I couldn’t care less. All I want is more of him, more of this, more and more andmore.
I gasp, sucking in air, body flushed and ears ringing. My vision’s splitting in half and coming together again. Each blink is like fighting off sleep. He slides his fingers from my pussy with a wet pop and I stare vacant and buzzing as he licks them clean, one after the other.
