Page 103 of Lethal Torture
He just grins.
Reluctantly, I turn.
“On your knees.”
Oh, fuck.
Gushing between my legs, I drop helplessly to my knees, staring up at him. He slips a thumb in my mouth, and I groan around it, staring at the throbbing length of him. He takes histhumb from my mouth and cups my face. I look up at him, hazy with lust.
His eyes glitter. “Open your mouth, Zinaida.”
He guides my mouth onto him, and I hear his harsh intake of breath as he slips between my lips.
I swallow half of him, my tongue swirling around the spongy head. He feeds me only inches at a time, withholding himself with a superhuman restraint that does fucking dangerous things to every part of me.
I close my eyes, reveling in the feel of him stretching my mouth, the hint of salt still lingering on his skin. I grasp the tight cheeks of his ass, trying to force him further into my mouth. Agonizingly slowly, he slides deeper. His thumbs touch my lips as I slide them down his cock, probing my mouth, and I moan around him as he goes as deep as I can take and holds there. I look up to find him staring down at me, mouth pressed into a hard line, eyes dark as a storm.
He withdraws, then slowly enters my mouth again.
And again.
It’s an addictive taste of what is to come, a reminder of how fierce his control is, how ruthless his own discipline. Every time he slides back into my mouth I moan, hungry for more, utterly lost to sensation.
I can feel him swelling to bursting point, his thrusts becoming deep and insistent, and I suck him deep, urging him onward. Then, just as I’m sure he’s so close he will lose it completely, he pulls out of my mouth and turns me around again, positioning himself behind me.
“Do it,” I whisper, staring at him, and this time, we both know the game is up. My body feels ready to explode. And Luke is no longer smiling. There’s a barely controlled savagery in his face that makes me shiver as I grip the bench, bracing myself for the broad head poised at my entrance.
“Fuck.” He surges into me, pulling my hips back onto him, and I bite down hard to stifle my scream. He thrusts into me with relentless, sure strokes, driving us both mercilessly forward. His eyes drop to the swollen bud of my clit. “Touch yourself,” he growls.
My hand slips between my thighs, and I feel his slight tremor as I hit the spot and my pussy clenches around him. He pulls me back hard against him, filling me completely, finding the place inside me that nothing but him ever has before, and I teeter on the edge. He finds my eyes in the mirror, his hand slides over mine on my clit, and he holds still deep inside me, watching me in that endless moment of suspended pleasure, the exquisite moment when my body is poised on the crest of the wave.
“Come for me, Zinaida.” He moves his hand, just enough to throw me over the edge, and I almost bite through my lip to stop myself screaming.
As the waves come crashing down, he lets go, slamming into me with the fierce, powerful strokes that take him over the edge. He surges deep, his cock pulsing jet after searing jet into me as my entire body seizes around him, clenching with a ferocity that seems never-ending. He holds me hard against him as he rides the spasms, answering them with his own, his head back as he pumps to the last.
25
LUKE
“Zinaida hurther ankle boarding the plane,” I tell Charlie the following morning, “so I took her straight home when we landed.”
It’s not a lie. Not exactly.
I stand in the middle of my kitchen, staring out the window at the early-morning mist rising over the river.
There’s a long pause on the other end of the line. I know Charlie is dying to ask why I canceled her pickup at the airport in favor of calling an Uber, not to mention ask what happened between us on the plane, since I’m absolutely certain that by now the security who traveled with us have set the rumor mill alight.
I glance toward the closed door of my bedroom.
What happened is I finally hit the limits of my self-control.
I hustled Zinaida straight off the plane, into an Uber, and back to my apartment because I’m done playing games.
And right now, she’s naked in my bed, and I’m thinking about how fast I can get off the phone and back inside her.
“And you’re going to pick Zin up this morning, too,” Charlie says. “Huh.”
I don’t miss the not-so-subtle unspoken question.
