Page 58 of Reckless Hate

She expected him to touch her breasts first. But he didn’t. His palm touched her waist.

She jumped at the spark that coursed through her. His touch felt electric. Slowly, his hand slipped under her skirt.

His palm against her bare skin felt like fire.

“Do you feel it?” he asked in a deep, velvety voice.

Her voice caught in her throat. She had to clear it first. “Feel what?” she asked.

He yanked her closer until her back hit his hard torso so she was plastered against him. She could feel his muscled abs through their clothes.

“The fire,” he replied. His hand began to move around her stomach. Her lips fell open, and her head tilted back automatically as she felt the trail of fire.

“Don’t take your eyes off mine,” he ordered.

Normally, she would have objected to his bossy tone. But right then, she did as he ordered. Her breathing increased when his hands went down her dress.

“Have you ever touched yourself?” he asked.

“No.”

His eyes flashed. “I’m going to be your first.”

Something about that statement made the feelings inside her more intense. Her lower stomach quivered.

His hand slid inside her panty, and she sucked in a breath when she felt the quivering inside her increase.

“Fuck, Sam. You are so damn smooth.”

Her cheeks heated. She waxed regularly to avoid chafing while she played tennis for long hours.

A gasp escaped her when his finger slid inside her. She felt her body stretching and clutching his thick finger. And the feeling of a part of him inside her body caused her to tremble.

“You are so tight… and wet,” his deep voice whispered.

His hot mouth met with her ear and then the side of her throat as his finger began moving inside her. His other hand slid up her body and cupped her breast under her uniform shirt. His thumb and forefinger began tweaking the hard bud of her breast.

A sudden wave of arousal started deep inside her and began spreading outward to every part of her body.

Her trembling got harder.

He continued to place hot kisses on her throat while his finger thrust in and out in an addicting movement while he also brushed his calloused fingers against her aroused breast.

There was a sensory overload. The pressure of arousal kept growing and growing until it became too much.

His teeth bit into the skin of her neck and he whispered an order. “Now, Sam. Come for me now.”

She exploded.

She saw stars and entire constellations while her body shook hard with pleasure.

Shocked and dazed, she felt boneless. Her legs were about to collapse under her when she felt his hands under her skirt. He picked her up and carried her to the bed. Placing her on the top, he leaned towards her.

“See you tomorrow for dinner, Sam,” his deep voice whispered. “Wear red. It suits you.”

With that, he disappeared from her room. She lay still on the bed, stunned by what happened.

She was capable of feeling desire and having an orgasm. And it was her enemy who showed it to her.

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