Page 50 of Tempt Me
“If you really wanted me, you wouldn’t let anything stand in your way, so I have to assume that you don’t, and I’ll be moving on now. Hope you’ll be happy to see me with someone else,” I say bitterly, being a complete bitch.
But it gets the reaction I harshly sought.
He grasps my arms, his eyes going hard. “Don’t threaten me, Rue.” He drags me closer to him. “If you ever let another man touch you again, I will kill them first and then you.”
Thinking wickedly of Lola, I murmur, “What about a woman?”
He curls his lip up in a vicious snarl. “No one touches you except me.” His hand closes around my throat as he draws me even closer. Brushing his lips over mine, he grits, “Are we clear?”
“Does that mean you’re going to touch me?”
“Are you ready for the consequences?”
“Always.”
He moves his hand up to cup my chin, his fingers digging into my cheeks. “You don’t know what you’ve started, Rue.”
Glaring defiantly at him, I whisper, “I know exactly what I’ve started, now finish it.”
Dropping his hand from my face, he roughly tugs the low neckline of my vest top down, popping my bare tits out so he can pinch my nipples. He attaches his mouth to one, and I drop my head back, only to be hit with the sharp slap of reality.
“No, wait,” I squirm.
“Too late, princess.”
“My period is due today,” I blurt out, my cheeks going warm. How did I forget when I started this? Damn Serena and her pushing me to do this today of all days.
He chuckles softly. “Do you think that’s going to stop me?”
My breath leaves my lungs with a soft whoosh. “Oooh,” I moan. “That’s so fucking hot. Most men would run a mile.”
“They’re children,” he growls. “Don’t you know by now you need a man, Rue? A real man who won’t letanythingstop him from showing you how he feels.”
“Fuuuck,” I groan when his hands drop to my hips and pull me against him. Part of me hopes that when he whips my jeans off, I’ve started, but the other squeamish part of me is praying I haven’t yet.
He flicks the button open and lowers the zipper on my jeans before he lifts me and places me on the kitchen counter. Lifting my ass so he can pull them down, he hooks his fingers into my panties and brings them with him as he drags them down my ankles.
“All clear,” he mutters with a small smile before removing my shoes and pants.
Thank fuck. I probably would’ve died of mortification otherwise.
Spreading my legs wide, he ducks his head lower. His tongue slides over my clit before the tip teases me into a state of arousal so intense I come on the spot, already so wound up by being near him this way.
Shuddering on the cold black granite surface, I lean back with a moan, “Yes, Isaac.”
“Uhn,” he groans and shoves his tongue into my pussy, fucking me as his fingers work against my clit, driving the still throbbing bundle of nerves into a state of sheer excitement again.
Thrusting his fingers deep inside me, he murmurs, “Say my name, Rue. I want to hear you say it while my tongue is inside you, bringing you maximum pleasure. Say it.”
He stretches me wide with his fingers before he enters me again with his tongue.
Crying out, I almost weep with longing for his cock. “Isaac!”
“That’s it, princess. Say my name. Only my name on your lips, ever.”
“Yes.”
“Rue, your pussy looks so hot with my fingers buried deep inside you.”
