Corrupted Queen - Nicole Fox Page 0,22

heart is beating. I wonder if he can feel how flushed I am.

I twist my hips from side to side, but it does nothing but draw my attention to the bulge between his thighs, grinding over my mound. I try to suppress a moan, but it comes out as a gasp instead, and it is clear as day to both of us that I am just as turned on as he is.

Gabriel draws my wrists together and secures them with one of his paw-like hands. His other hand comes around my throat, gripping loosely.

“Tell me that you don’t need me,” he challenges.

Feverish lust twists through my veins and I push it down, sucking in a deep breath.

“I don’t need you,” I grit out.

“Liar.” His lips drag over my cheek and my eyes flutter closed.

This time I fail to suppress the moan that slips between my lips.

“Tell me that you don’t want me,” he purrs, teeth scraping over the bottom of my jaw.

I swallow, mouth dry. I try to speak, but the words refuse to form themselves on my tongue. I do want him, my body screams. I want him with every fiber of my being.

“Go on,” he prompts, fingers tightening on my throat. He grinds his cock against me.

All I can do is whimper.

“That’s what I thought,” Gabriel says, and I can hear the smirk in his voice. “You’ll always be mine, Alexis.”

A half dozen insults pop into my mind and then quietly swan dive into the abyss as he starts to kiss my neck. This is the point of no return for me. I give in to the passion, letting my hungry flesh take over. Gabriel’s lips carve a hot path down my neck and I tilt my head back, sighing.

He moves down, releasing my hands and throat as his lips glide over the tops of my breasts. He squeezes them through the fabric of my tank top, groaning approvingly. I arch back, inviting him to provide further attention, but Gabriel never follows anyone’s plan but his own.

Without warning, he flips me onto my stomach and pulls my hands behind me. I feel something hard and plastic bind them together. A zip-tie.

“What are you doing?” I ask, looking back at him.

The shadows dance over Gabriel’s handsome face and he grins at me. “Reminding you who’s in charge.”

He hikes my hips into the air and my face presses into the pillows. My breath catches in anticipation, warmth pooling between my thighs. Gabriel yanks down my pajama shorts, and the air is cool on my bare ass.

I wait, heart slamming into my ribs, as I feel him shuffle on the bed. I expect the next thing I feel to be his shaft driving into me but groan as his breath fans over my wetness. He anchors his hands on my hips and leans in, running his tongue between my folds. A hot shudder runs through me.

Gabriel smacks my ass and I gasp at the sudden sting of pain. Then he dives in, burying his face between my cheeks and licking and sucking my clit ravenously. I cry out, voice muffled by the pillows. The pleasure is intense. The heat of his lips, the firmness of his tongue, the wetness of his mouth—all combine to drive me to the pinnacle of pleasure.

I grind back against his face, seeking more, more …

Tension coils in my belly. He swirls his tongue, and I whimper with the need to come. Gabriel chuckles darkly against me, the vibration singing in my veins.

And then he pulls away.

“Not yet, Tiger,” he growls, delivering another hard slap to my rear.

He moves off the bed and I try to twist to see what he is doing, but the angle makes it difficult. I wonder if he is going to leave me like this, wet and wanting. He said he wanted to teach me a lesson, didn’t he? It would certainly achieve that.

My fears are assuaged when I feel Gabriel return to the bed. His thighs are bare as they brush against mine, and I feel the weight of his cock against my ass.

“You know what I want to hear,” Gabriel tells me, rubbing his length along my seam.

My eyes roll to the back of my head.

Fuck.

He cups my pussy with his hand, fingers gliding in teasing lines over my lips.

I know exactly what he wants me to say, but maybe if I pretend like I don’t, he’ll forget all about it, lose himself in his lust, and fuck me anyway.

“Say