The Scotch Series: The Complete Series (Scotch #1-3) - Penelope Sky Page 0,314

my arms up with a single hand. He kept my wrists bound together and returned his body to mine.

I struggled against him, but he was too heavy. He was all muscle and strength, twice my size and a million times stronger.

“Fight me, and I’ll hurt you.” He squeezed my wrists tightly together, warning me.

“I’ll fight you until you kill me.”

Now he smiled completely, loving that response. “Baby, you’re sexy.”

“You’re into some sick shit.” I bucked my hips against him.

“Right now, I’m just into you.” He leaned down and kissed the skin of my neck. His tongue ran along the area where my artery was located, and he nipped me gently, just enough pressure to make it tingle but not make it bleed. His lips traveled to my ear, and he kissed the shell gently, breathing into my canal. His arousal was heightened in his breathing, and I could hear the distant growl.

His free hand moved to my chest and palmed one tit, squeezing and massaging. He released a quiet moan into my ear. “Beautiful tits.”

I lay there helplessly, unable to do anything but let him take me. My nipples hardened at his touch, and I felt my breath hitch. I didn’t feel scared like last time. My heart didn’t drum like it was life or death. My body was oddly relaxed, oddly charged.

Crow kissed my collarbone before he gently bit it between his teeth. Then his mouth moved to my other tit, and he sucked it hard, making me wince in pain. He nibbled it gently before he sucked again, his back tightening in arousal.

I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop him this time. If I said no, he would just keep going. If I tried to fight, I would get slapped across the face—probably worse.

He licked the valley between my breasts then kissed my stomach, kissing every inch of me while his cock lay against my belly. It oozed with pre-come, ready to be inside me.

He moved back up to my face then returned his fingers against my clit. He rubbed the nub in a circular motion, hitting it with the right pressure and the right speed like he’d done it a million times.

It felt good.

And I hated that. I hated the way my knees naturally parted to accommodate him. I hated the fact I wanted him to suck my nipples again. I hated the fact his kiss felt so incredible.

He looked into my eyes and watched my expression, his face darkening with sexual need. His fingers worked me aggressively, firing off arousal to the rest of my body.

“Stop.”

Two fingers moved to my entrance while his thumb stayed behind.

“No.” I locked my knees so he couldn’t get inside me. I didn’t want him to feel. I didn’t want him to know what lay between my legs.

He jerked my knees open with his thigh then inserted two fingers.

No.

The instant he was inside me, he froze in place. He felt the moisture that accumulated there. He felt just how wet I was—how soaked I was.

Shame slammed through me in waves, and I was mortified. My body betrayed me, and I was embarrassed by how easily it gave me away. I was wetter than I’d been in a long time. My body woke up from its hibernation, and it was desperate for relief.

Crow wore a victorious expression. His arrogance increased tenfold. His fingers moved inside me while his thumb massaged my clitoris. He curved his fingers so he could hit the sensitive tissue, eliciting waves of pleasure that made my tits harden further. “You’re soaked.”

“From my dream…” I fumbled for an explanation, not wanting him to assume he was responsible for what happened.

“You were dreaming about me.” He said it with pure conviction, like there was no possibility for an alternative answer. “You said my name.”

Goddammit.

He continued to slide his fingers in and out, working my clitoris at the same time. He pressed harder and moved faster, making my body betray me even more by pushing me toward an orgasm.

I didn’t think I could even have one.

He slowly pulled his fingers out then inserted them into his mouth. He sucked my juice off before he grabbed the base of his cock and pointed at my entrance. “No need for you to suck me off when you’re this wet.” He pressed his head against my entrance.

My arousal died when I realized what was about to happen. Maybe I was attracted to him and maybe he did turn me on, but I still