Trapped (The Condemned Series #1) - Alison Aimes Page 0,25

and a little angry. He preferred it to the scared look of a moment before.

He swiveled her around before she could protest, drawing her up against the full length of his body, letting her feel the hard press of his thickening dick against her ass. “You sure about that?” His mouth skimmed the length of her neck. God, he loved the way she smelled. “Because I might have been exaggerating about the pain, but not the rest. It’s payment time and I want you on all fours. Now.”

Chapter Eight

At Convict’s urging, Bella sank to her knees. He followed right behind, his hard body brooking no argument.

Confusion swirled within. On edge, uncertain, her mind whirled. Dragath25 might be her future forever. She might never see her sister and brother again.

But she didn’t want to think of that. Or of her colleagues who’d died on that shuttle. Or of the fate of the search and rescue team she couldn’t help. For just a few minutes she didn’t want to think of anything but how good it felt to be in Convict’s powerful arms. How the sound of his voice, low and husky and commanding, made her skin hot and her pussy wet.

A low moan slipped from her as his callused hands slid beneath her shirt to play with her breasts, tugging her nipples, making her shiver. Her body arched into his touch.

Then his palm was against her back, pressing her forward until she was on all fours, her elbows in the dirt, her ass lifted. Just as he’d said she would be.

Air shivered across her lower body as he slid her pants down and off. And for a second, she was alone, waiting, and then his hands glided up her thighs to cover her ass, raising gooseflesh.

Truth be told, she liked this position. Liked the vulnerability. The fact that she didn’t know what part of her he’d touch next. Still, she started when a warm soft tongue licked the length of her, making her shudder, her body tingled with pleasure.

“Oh, God.” Every nerve sprung alive. “That feels so good.”

He gave a low chuckle against her pussy, eating her out, devouring her as if she was the sweetest cream. And with every lick, with every rasp of his tongue against her swollen bundle of nerves, he wound her tighter and tighter. Her legs spreading wide as she bucked against him. Desperate to come and wanting to ride the ecstasy forever.

Then he slid two fingers inside her, and there was no choice. She splintered apart, wave after wave of pleasure crashing through her as she came and came and came.

She was still coming, her breath a frantic pant, as he grabbed her hips and held her in place, working his cock deep into her slick pussy, inch by inch, until his balls were pressed against her ass and he loomed above her.

“You like that?’

“Yes.”

His fingers found her clit, claiming, playing. “Things don’t seem so bad right now, do they, fighter girl?” His hand stilled. “Do they?”

He actually wanted an answer?

“No,” she gasped, rocking back against him. The stroke of his hand making her desperate for a second release. For more oblivion. “They’re good. Very, very good.”

“Exactly.” His finger skimmed over her clit and upward through her folds to finger her tight rosebud. “We can do whatever we want here. However we want.” His finger pressed at the tight hole, demanding entrance.

She let out an involuntary moan. The foreign touch making her burn. The discomfort of being stretched leaving her no choice but to be in the present, to surrender to the here and now of his touch.

“Pain and pleasure.” His voice was a dark rasp against her ear. “That’s how you know you’re alive, fighter girl. That’s how you know you’ve got something left to give.”

It was as if he saw to the heart of her struggle.

Her breath devolved to shallow pants as he worked in deeper until she could feel his knuckle against her ass. White hot pleasure rocketed through her as his other hand worked her clit, his fingers driving in and out in tandem with his cock, filling her, taking her over, making her feel alive, more in touch with herself—with the moment—than she’d ever been.

“Come with me,” he demanded—and she did. Beyond all burdens. Beyond pain or worry to sheer, white-hot bliss. Her fingers clawing at the dirt as the shattering orgasm ripped through her. Their slick bodies cleaving together as wave after wave of pleasure hurtled them both over