Page 38 of Bared Betrayal
I’ve never seen a more delicious sight. Her green eyes stare back at me with both shock and bewilderment. I take a step forward, and she instinctively steps back, biting her lower lip, fury burning in her gaze.
I step forward, she moves back, and I simply lift a brow. “Are you saying you haven’t thought about it?” Her throat bobs as she swallows. “That you haven’t touched yourself once thinking of me? Made yourself come thinking of how good my cock felt inside you?”
“You son of a bitch.”
“So, that’s a yes, then?”
“Gabriel, stop.”
“Pity you didn’t say stop two weeks ago when you were dangling from my goddamn ceiling.”
“As you said, the word stop only makes your dick hard.”
I grab her throat and pull her closer, both her hands wrapping around my wrists, nails clawing at my skin. She snarls, her eyes a whirlpool of anger and desire. She’s fucking beautiful, and I love the way she fights me. I want her to fight me as much as I want to fuck her. I invade her space, leaning down so our mouths are only inches apart. “You better watch what you say to me.”
She smiles slightly. “Yes…Daddy.”Her voice drips with sarcasm, and my muscles tighten, my jaw set.
“I’m not your fucking daddy,” I growl.
“Oh, that’s right. You’re my future husband’s daddy.”
The tenuous thread of my control snaps, and I grab her hair, yanking her head back roughly, her neck craned and delicate throat exposed. She moans in pain, digging her claws deeper into my wrists, but she doesn’t try to pull away.
“Do you really want to fuck with me, baby girl?” My voice is low, swimming with a poisoned threat.
“What’s that you said? Been there…done that.”
My control detonates, and my restraint erupts, leaving nothing but chaos.
I slam my mouth against hers, a thunderous kiss of anger, frustration, and red-hot passion that explodes as our tongues duel. She bites at my lip, and I taste the blood in my mouth. But it only makes me ravage her more. Harder. Deeper. Un-fucking-stoppable.
I squeeze her throat, pulling her up closer to me, my tongue sweeping and claiming every corner of her mouth, feeding this insatiable frenzy raging through my veins.
I’m moving, forcing her back as I work my belt open with one hand, snapping it through the loops of my pants. She moans breathlessly against my mouth, her body writhing.
A fierce growl rips from my chest, and I pull my lips from hers, yanking her around and roughly shoving her against the back of the couch. I’m all labored breaths and panting exhales, wrenching her shirt and tearing through her black panties.
She’s moving her hips, pushing her ass toward me, gasping. “Maybe it does turn me on. Daddy.”
My hand encloses the back of her neck, and I force her face down, muffling her moans in the motherfucking magnolia pillows.
Daddy. It’s a double-edged sword. It’s half sarcasm, half delicious submission that makes my cock jerk in response.
“You can call me whatever you want,” I say as I gather both her wrists, pinning them behind her back with one hand. “As long as you take what I give you and say thank you no matter how bad it hurts.”
I straighten, and the slice of my belt whipping through the air is a harsh crackle as I lay a testing stripe across her ass. She moans, and I know she’s as into being whipped as I am into giving her the lashes.
I repeat the motions in long, hard strikes that brand her soft skin with blooming pinks and vibrant reds. Her hips move as she lifts her sweet ass more, inviting the strokes of the leather, moaning out loud with every lash.
“Your safe word,” I remind her.
She arches her back, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “I don’t need it.”
The leather strikes her one more time, and I let go of it and slide a hand between her legs and over her cunt, my fingers sopping wet.
“Do you need my cock?” I slip a finger inside her pussy, and she inches back, pushing her cunt against my palm.
“Yes, sir,” she replies, her words a breathless plea.
