The Isle Of Sin And Shadows - Keri Lake Page 0,135
I don’t even realize how hard I’m clenching my jaw, until pain shoots up into my skull. Telling her to leave isn’t an option, though. Not when every muscle is keening, pumping with blood and adrenaline and a greedy craving to fuck. Like shooting up a warm hit of obsession, she’s a drug I can’t kick. A bad habit I want to binge until the two of us are drenched in sweat and weak with exhaustion. This crazy ball of chaos has corrupted my head and commandeered my senses.
Hiking one slender leg over mine, she slides onto my lap, and I visually hunt for those red cherries stretched over my groin.
“Céleste.” The warning in my voice is as weak as my resolve, and she knows it, judging by the foxy expression sharpening her eyes.
“Quit fighting it, Thierry.” Arm wrapped around my neck, she grinds herself against me, and gripping the arms of the chair is all I can do to keep my shit together. Part of me wishes she had the balls to tie my hands, so I could watch her suck me dry without all the politics clouding my head. “You want me. I can see it.”
Putain. Fuck me.
Fingers twitching with the urge to throttle her, this fascinating beauty that excites me in ways I can’t bring myself to admit, I try to ignore the grip of her thighs around me and the hypnotic tempo of her hips, as she invites me into her erotic little web.
When she tips her head back, eyes fluttering shut, all I want to do is shove myself inside of her. To sink my dick so thoroughly that all she can do is arch her back and scream. Drunken lust burns in her eyes, as she licks her lips, circling her hips against me. Taunting me.
Stomach tight, I clutch the arms of the chair so hard, it’s a wonder they haven’t busted off yet. “Fucking you isn’t going to change the outcome,” I grit out past clenched teeth.
“Then, I guess you lose nothing.”
The girl is crafty. Smart. And if I wasn’t harder than a nail right now, I’d probably tread more carefully, maybe even stop this before it begins. But it’s too late. I’m halfway to ruin, and there’s no going back.
Pushing up from the chair sends her sliding off my legs, and I catch her before she tumbles backward. Hands to her hips, I turn her around, rougher than I intend. I yank her panties down to mid-thigh, exposing her ass and the one place I’m damn near salivating with the urge to bury myself so deeply in, I’ll see stars.
From the drawer beside me, I grab a condom and tear the foil with my teeth. While single-handedly rolling it down my cock, I spread her open with the other hand, dick lurching at the sight of her wet entrance.
As I take hold of her hips, she twists to face me, shaking her head. “No. If we do this, you’re going to look me in the eyes, Bergeron.”
“I don’t think so.” With a grip of her shoulders, I urge her back around and yank her closer to me, taking a second to press my dick to her ass, imagining those tight walls squeezing around it.
She tries to roll again, but I hold her steady, gripping her shoulder to keep her in place. “Then, I say no.”
The words bring me to a halt, staring down at her, so fucking close to heaven I can almost touch it.
“If you can’t even look me in the eyes when you do this, then I refuse.”
A spasm of pain strikes my jaw as I grind my teeth. I never fuck missionary. It’s too personal. Intimate. And with Céleste, who the hell knows what that could mean.
On the other hand, I’ve got two cannon balls ready to fire. This obsession with fucking her has developed a lethal edge that’s becoming a real problem for me.
“What’s wrong? Afraid you’re going to fall madly in love with me, if you do?” The levity in her voice only punctuates that knowing glint in her eyes, almost daring me.
With a groan, I release her. “Très bien.” Very well. The words practically hiss past my teeth, while I allow her to twist beneath me. “You love this, don’t you?” One hard jerk tears the cherry panties straight down the middle, and I lift her up onto my desk, pinning her wrists behind her. “All of the teasing ends now.”