Ruthless Savior - Julia Sykes Page 0,60

I demanded her helpless release.

Her ecstatic scream echoed around us, and her muscles tightened and danced as pleasure ripped through her.

When she started to come down from the peak, I kept my mouth on her, drawing out each delicious aftershock that made her shudder and moan.

It didn’t take long for her panting breaths to turn to whimpers, and she tried to struggle away from my mouth as her clit became overly sensitive. Her attempt to evade me only forced my finger deeper into her ass, and she rocked back toward my mouth.

A soft sob jolted through her body, and she gave over to her helplessness, submitting to my claim.

I hummed against her clit in reward and slowly eased out of her ass. She released a shuddering breath of relief, but I wasn’t finished with her. I’d train her to like this particular violation. She’d take my cock in her ass one day, and she would love every depraved second of my most perverted use of her body.

My tongue was gentler on her pussy, circling her abused clit rather than stimulating directly. At the same time, I rotated my finger, toying with her tight ring of muscles to light up all the sensual nerve endings that would make her eagerly cede this most taboo area to my claim.

Her soft, shocked cry evolved into a husky moan as I began to thrust gently, going deeper each time she relaxed around the intrusion. When she started to wiggle in my hold, I eased my mouth away from her pussy, barely brushing my lips over her clit.

Deprived of stimulation against her tight bud, she shifted back against my finger, mindlessly seeking the only pleasure I allowed her. I encouraged her wanton behavior with an approving hum, and she bucked against my mouth.

I pressed all the way into her ass, and she welcomed me on a rough shout. Her inner muscles squeezed my finger as she came undone, and the thought of her milking my cock made the ache in my balls unbearable.

As soon as her orgasm peaked, I withdrew from her to quickly free myself from my jeans. I stood, bracing one arm around her waist while I gripped my dick in my fist, staving off my peak for a few more agonizing seconds, relishing the intensely erotic perfection of Marisol’s naked, spent body suspended in my ropes.

As I stared into her rich, chocolate eyes, I stroked myself to completion, reaching my release with an animal roar. My hot seed lashed her belly, marking her.

Mine. All mine.

Chapter 19

Marisol

Ten Days Later

“You look beautiful.” Raúl’s sweet compliment was warm on my neck, and he dropped a kiss on my shoulder. His hands closed around my hips, urging me to spin away from the full-length bedroom mirror where he’d been admiring me.

When I turned to face him, his luminous eyes roved over my body, devouring every inch of me. His palm brushed the curve of my hip, and he lingered there to give me a little squeeze. “Are you ready to meet our guest?”

My brows lifted to my hairline. “Our guest?” I asked in disbelief. “You’ve invited someone to your house?”

He chuckled and tapped the tip of my nose with one thick finger. I beamed up at him, loving his constant, casual displays of affection.

“I should probably clarify: I’ve invited someone here to be your guest. Once she arrives, I’m going to disappear into my man cave and leave you two to get to know one another.” He lifted a lock of my hair and idly rubbed it between his fingers, simply enjoying the feel of me as we spoke. “I know it’s been hard for you to be so isolated here. Things are calming down with Carmen and Stefano, now that the new regime is stabilizing. But it really isn’t safe for you to leave yet. I don’t want you to feel like a prisoner. I thought you might like some company.”

I beamed at him, overwhelmed by his thoughtfulness and generosity. Ever since our intense scene in his workshop, I felt more attached to him than ever. Even though we hadn’t advanced our sexual relationship, our bond had deepened. And the fact that he was giving me the time I’d requested to sort out my conflicted thoughts about his role in the cartel only further endeared me to him.

“I’d love that,” I gushed, grasping his shoulders to gain enough leverage to bounce up and kiss his cheek. He bent, happy to receive my affection.

“Who’s coming to