kiss, a fight, one I’m losing as his teeth nip at my lip and his tongue tastes the sting.
Ari’s hands move to my waist, and as if I weigh nothing, he lifts me to the counter, his body coming between my legs, his hands moving to my thighs to slide the skirt of my dress up to my hips.
His thumb brushes the edge of my panties, and a jolt shoots through me, like lightning cutting through a midnight sky, like a razor slicing me open to reveal all the secrets I hide.
I can’t think. I can only feel. He’s a demon consuming me, darkness swallowing me whole.
He reminds me of what I’ve never had but always needed. That piece of me I’ve been seeking for so long.
And it’s wrong, so wrong to enjoy another man’s hands on me, so wrong to want him while hating what he does.
But still, I’m struggling to breathe as his hands explore me, my head falling back as he slides the tip of his tongue down my neck, and when he bites at the soft spot of my shoulder that forces a moan up my throat, he slips my panties aside to discover how wet I am.
Embarrassingly so, a masculine sound of approval vibrating in his chest, a wicked grin against my skin that tells me he knows what my body wants.
My hands slide into the black silk of his hair, and I’m pulling him against me while his fingers tease and taunt, while he stretches my inner muscles before rubbing his thumb over my clit.
I’m lost. Utterly and completely. I’m dirty because I shouldn’t be doing this with him. I’m filthy because I’m actually enjoying how wrong this is.
Ari chuckles as my legs fall farther apart, my body like clay that he shapes into what he wants. Cruel mouth against my ear, he breathes out as his fingers thrust inside me, his words shredding every lie I’ve let fall from my lips.
“Tell me you don’t want me now. I dare you, Adeline. Try to convince me you don’t want my fingers inside you, that you don’t want me to shove you down so I can take the first taste of this greedy little cunt.”
My eyes close, tears stinging the back of my lids because I can’t deny he’s right. His dirty words are as cruel as his fingers and mouth. They do nothing but turn me on. Ignite every nerve inside me. Soften my bones until I’m malleable to his will.
He’s overpowering me.
And it’s the first time I’ve ever known a man to have that ability.
Ari is vicious when it comes to taking what he wants, and I give into it so easily that my head spins.
When I don’t answer, he laughs again, the sound haunting and sharp. “Sometimes I think I know you better than you know yourself.”
His hands move to the back of my thighs, and he pulls my legs up. A startled cry shoots up my throat to fall back against the countertop, his body moving as he pulls my panties from my legs to toss aside, hooks my knees over his shoulders and covers my pussy with his mouth.
That wicked tongue laps at my arousal, dipping inside me to circle the opening. And every time I try to move against him, to take control of the aggravatingly slow pace he uses to take what he wants, his hands squeeze the cheeks of my ass, holding me in place, forcing me to submit to his cruel enjoyment of me.
But I need more, need him to go faster, my hips bucking against his tongue to chase the orgasm building inside me.
Ari slaps his hand on my ass, his lips moving against my skin when he says, “So eager, but I haven’t told you that you’re allowed to ride me yet. Not until I’m done playing.”
A frustrated growl shakes my chest, and he laughs against my skin, the vibration only pushing me more toward the release I need. His thumb moves to sink inside me as he nips at my clit and circles it with his tongue. Trapping the swollen nub between his lips, he sucks, his thumb teasing my opening as slowly as his mouth moves.
This was sensual torture, my fingers gripping the edge of the counter so tight that it digs into my skin.
But then his hands grip my ass again, that deep voice gritty when he gives me permission to take what I want.