Page 68 of Nemesis
“Fuck, you’re perfect. Look at how your glistening cunt is weeping for me.” My cock was straining so hard against the seam of my pants, I was on the verge of losing it.
Her breathing quickened, and she squirmed under my perusal.
“Trust me?” I asked her.
“Yes.”
Her immediate response was a shot of electricity straight to my heart, firing it to pump harder, blooming under my rib cage.
I placed a kiss to her lips before reaching for the belt I’d dropped on the bed earlier.
“Hands,” I ordered and she complied, lifting them toward me.
I brought her hands to my mouth, pressed a delicate kiss to her injured hand, and made sure the wrapped gauze was secured. I lifted my gaze back to her and waited for a beat, in case she’d changed her mind. I then started wrapping the leather around her wrists.
I prepared myself for her to stop me, but she didn’t. She just kept staring at me, studying my movements intently, watching me pull the belt tight—handcuffing her.
Once secured, I took a step back and tugged the shirt I was wearing over my head, then tossed it to the side. Her gaze lingered on my body as I slid my pants off, my boxers following shortly after.
Her eyes widened once my cock sprang free, her piercing gaze locked firmly on it. Her mouth parted, her tongue darting out over her lips, and my imagination distracted me with images of how good those would look wrapped around my cock.
“Eyes are up here, Sofia.”
She was about to throw a snarky comment at me when I marched toward her, her breathing accelerating with each step closer.
Climbing onto the bed, I sat on top of her, straddling her, my thighs cupping hers on either side. I brought her bound hands over her head and leaned my lips to her ear. Taking a lobe into my mouth, I sucked on it.
“Keep them there,” I whispered in her ear before pulling away. She winced slightly as the coarse leather dug into her skin.
She quirked a brow. “Are you going to fuck me now?”
I chuckled and moved to sit back on the heels of my feet. “Patience, Sofia.”
“Oh, fuck you, Theo.” She huffed and squirmed under me.
“Lie still, Sofia. I’ll fuck you soon enough.”
I traced my fingers over the soft bruises my teeth left earlier on her breasts, the evidence of who she belonged to now clear.
“Look at how easily your skin takes my marks. You belong to me, Sofia. And I’m going to take back what’s mine.”
I tugged on her nipples, twisting them between my thumb and forefinger. She threw her head back, drawing in a breath as she tried to wiggle out of my hold.
“Do you understand?”
Biting her lip, she nodded. The corner of my lips curved as I pinched her nipples harder, my cock jumping against her stomach.
“Like it when I play rough,mi alma?” I grazed my hands down her sides as I got on my stomach, positioning myself so my face was right between her thighs.
“Yes, Theo, justpleaseee, stop torturing me…” she hissed as I ran my nose along the inside of her thigh.
I peered at her while my breath skidded across her clit. Her eyes rolled shut and she moaned as I traced the tip of my tongue up her seam. She tried to twist away, closing her legs over my head, but I forced them wider apart.
I hauled her legs over my shoulders, lifted her ass, and leaned in. After teasing her puckered hole for a moment, I licked a trail up before penetrating her entrance with my tongue.
I squeezed her inner thighs as I continued my assault and she bucked against my face, pressing her legs so tightly against my head, she was practically suffocating me. But I wasn’t going to complain. Dying while eating her would be a mercy.
“That’s it,mi alma, ride my mouth. I want you to drench my face so that everyone knows I belong between your legs.”
