Page 114 of Betrayed in the Dark
I swallow hard, my breath catching in my throat as his hand glides down my neck. “Like I said, can’t take any chances.”
His lips press slowly and softly against my cheek, sliding down to my collarbone. “Someday, you’re going to realize that you don’t have to do all of this alone.” He scrapes his teeth up the column of my neck and then nips my earlobe. “But for now.” He hovers his lips right over mine. “I’m going to fuck you against this glass wall until you’re screaming my name while coming around my cock.”
His lips fuse to mine, devouring me whole.
Body and soul.
As his tongue snakes between my lips, finding mine, I try to remind myself that I shouldn’t be doing this. That only a few hours ago, I found a beautiful engagement ring in his nightstand meant for another woman.
Not to mention the letter…The goddamn letter that has tormented me for over a year.
But with his scent overwhelming my senses and his touch electrifying every nerve ending in my body, I turn into a puddle of need in his arms as every reason why I shouldn’t be doing this evaporates into thin air.
Fuck it.I deserve one more orgasm before my wedding. But that’s it. This is the last one for God knows how long.
I guess I better make it count.
I grasp his shirt, pulling him right up against me. With a carnal need, I tug the fabric up his chest as he reaches behind him to pull the collar up and over his head.
I run my hands down his contoured chest and chiseled abs, entranced by every muscle groove forged by hard work, as I try to memorize the feel of him beneath my touch.
Eli’s fingers tug at the fabric of my white blouse until they reach the hem. With a swift motion, he removes it from my body and tosses it onto the floor beside us. His fingers wrap around my back, unfastening my bra and letting it fall from my shoulders. As his lips brush against my neck, he quickly unzips my skirt and then kneels before me, igniting a fire deep within me.
He yanks my black leather skirt down to my ankles and then, just as quickly, slips his thumbs under the lace fabric of my thong, sliding it painfully slowly down my thighs and letting it drop to my ankles. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I step out of my heels and then my clothes, standing naked in front of him.
He looks up at me, a smirk growing on his face. “Are you wet for me, Princess?”
I bite my bottom lip, spreading my legs. “You should probably check.”
Eli’s eyes stay on mine as his hands move up the inside of my thighs. He pushes my legs even farther apart before his fingers trail through my wet slit.
“Bloody fucking hell,” he groans in appreciation, twirling his fingers above my entrance before plunging inside.
My back arches as my eyes shut, my fingers curling into his body.
I love the feeling of him taking control.
I love the feeling of being at his mercy.
I love the way he makes me feel.
Powerful. Beautiful. Wanted.
I love—
“You’re soaked for me, love,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the inside of my leg. “Just the way I like you.”
I whimper in protest as he removes his fingers and rises before me, towering over me.
His eyes darken, taking on an almost onyx hue. “Turn around and place your hands on the glass,” he orders, his voice husky with authority.
I look over my shoulder, seeing hundreds of men and women walking across the floors of the casino.
My stomach twists into tight knots. Nerves swarm around me, preventing me from moving. But there’s something bigger blooming within me.Excitement.The thought of being caught… The idea of being seen being fucked by Eli…
I’ve never been this aroused before.
Slowly, I turn around and glide my hands up the glass, stopping at shoulder height. I hear Eli unzip his pants and let them fall to the floor. His chest bears down on my back, whichin turn presses my whole naked body against the glass. I stare down at the patrons and even my security guards, who are gathered beneath us, utterly oblivious to what is going on three floors above them.
