Fraud (Antihero Inferno #2) - Lily White Page 0,149
the collar of his shirt, my fingertips brushing against the knot of his tie.
“Then don’t ever lie to me again and say differently. It pisses me off.”
He smiles because here we are. Two people who believed they were fighting each other, but were actually holding on.
It took us this long to discover we were fighting the chaotic winds that clawed at us to tear us apart. We were fighting the rain that pelted and froze our skin. And we were fighting the ground that shook and opened, attempting to swallow us whole.
But we were never – ever – fighting each other.
We were only fighting to hold on despite the disasters around us.
I tighten the knot up to his chin, his green eyes sparkling down at me in response to the hint of violence.
But those sparks quickly ignite green flames when I tug at the knot again to untie it, our gazes tangle together as I undo the top buttons of his collar.
The corner of his mouth quirks into a sexy smile, and my lips stretch to match the expression.
“What do you think you’re doing, Ivy?”
Tilting my head, I keep unbuttoning his shirt to reveal golden skin beneath. “I don’t know. It’s kind of nice having you chained up and helpless.”
Pulling the sides of his shirt open, I slide my palms up his abs and chest, my fingers curling over his muscular shoulders. They are still so broad, regardless of how his wrists are trapped above his head.
Gabriel grins down at me, his arms straining against the cuffs, his lips slightly parted, showing a hint of teeth.
“Let me out of these cuffs,” he demands, his voice commanding yet breathless.
With a demure shake of my head, I tease, “I’m not sure you’ve learned your lesson yet.”
My hands slide back down to land on his leather belt. When I glance up, the tip of his smooth-talking tongue slides across his bottom lip. I’d give anything to taste it, but even on my tiptoes, he’s too damn tall.
I’m torturing myself as much as I’m torturing him.
My hands work slowly to unbuckle his belt, that green stare pinning me in place.
“What would you do to me if you could use your hands?” I lift my eyes to him and melt to see the curve of his grin.
“Unlock me and find out.”
With his belt loose, I work on the button of his pants next. “Would you grab my hips?”
A low sound rattles in his chest because I know Gabriel well enough to know just where he likes to take control of me.
My voice is a purr of sound. “You like my hips, don’t you? All round and soft, the perfect place to hold onto me when you’re getting what you want.”
I glance up to see his lips have curled more, pure heat blazing behind eyes of liquid emerald. There’s a warning in that stare, and it forces my thighs to clench together, an ache between my legs that only he has the power to cause.
My hand slips beneath his briefs to find his erection long and hard. Staring up at him as I wrap my fingers over the thick shaft and flick my thumb across the head, I shiver at the growl that crawls up his throat, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.
“Unlock the damn cuffs, Ivy.”
I pump him once, a slow pull up and back down. “Or what?”
“Fuck...” he breathes out, his eyes clenching shut when I pump him again, harder this time, faster.
Pulling my hand away, I slip my fingers beneath the sides of his pants and tug them down over his hips. The buckle of his belt slaps against the floor, the cotton of his briefs slipping down his legs next as I drop to my knees and take him into my mouth.
Gabriel jerks when my tongue slides over the head, my lips closing down on the shaft to take him deep into my mouth.
Above me, the chains rattle again, his muscles going taut as I work his cock with my mouth and savor the taste of his skin.
His voice is a deep growl when his hips buck, the chains rattling again. “Undo the cuffs, Ivy. I won’t tell you again.”
Running my hands up his strong thighs, I flick my tongue over the head of his cock, my lips popping to release it.
Slowly, I lift my eyes to meet his, and a tremor courses down my body at the way he stares at me, the force of it as violent as an