Until Her - Ami Van Page 0,12

to touch him too feverish. He didn’t mind. Once the task is done, her eyes widen at the sneak peek of his tattoos.

“Oh, you’re a bad boy, aren’t you?” she whispers, sounding pleased. Her palms slide down his abs to begin her work on his belt and pants. She moves quickly like she’s in a rush and afraid to miss her opportunity.

It makes him grin unabashedly.

When she slithers down his body and greedily takes his cock to the back of her throat all at once, he grits his teeth and slinks back into the plush chair. She knows how to use her mouth in more ways than one. That’s not so bad either.

The tension eases from his shoulders and he starts to relax for the first time since setting foot inside Eden. He didn’t even bother to look down but keeps his gaze transfixed on the black ceiling above him even as she bobs her head hungrily on his cock, using her hands to clutch the rest of him that she can’t take.

She pulls his dick out of her mouth one last time and the air instantly cools his slickened shaft. She begins her ascend on him, eyeing him like he has a red target painted on his face.

He holds her still, stopping her from what she wants and a flash of anger brightens her darkened eyes.

“Forgetting something?” he asks.

She tilts her head to the side and he knows…she understands what he’s referring to.

“Ariana,” she says. “Pick a blue one.”

Seriously? She’s having her sub pick out the color of her condom? Unbelievable. But kind of fucking sexy and different.

He can hear the soft sound of a drawer opening and closing. From his periphery, he sees shaky slender fingers hand over the wrapped piece of protection.

“Put it on him, pet.”

With that order, he immediately looks at Isabella who has a smirk on her face. She’s sexy and alluring yet menacing. She leans forward intending to kiss him.

Hard cock or not, his rule still applies and he turns his head slightly so that her lips brush his cheek yet again. From this angle, he can see Ariana’s trembling fingers hesitating to slide the rubber onto him as Isabella strokes him.

Ariana’s eyes are closed tight with the rest of her face covered in shame.

He reaches out and grabs her wrist to stop her. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be in this kind of play. All players should be willing participants and even as high as she is, she seems to want to be galaxies away from here.

He gently places Ariana’s hand onto the chair arm. It might be an uncomfortable angle long-term for her but he can feel her relief through a shudder before he releases her. He reaches inside his jacket and pulls out his own protection.

“I prefer this,” he tells Isabella, whose eyes glow at the sight of the gold foil.

It’s safer this way anyway. Can’t trust anyone and he can never be too careful. He knows from experience.

Isabella takes it from his fingers and makes quick use of it herself before straddling him and taking what she’s been wanting. She rides him hard, relentlessly.

He enjoys seeing her acting on her lust. He’s only but a man with a beautiful minx on his cock after all. But Isabella is a taker. She’s riding him seeking her own release. She doesn’t care what he’s feeling. He can tell by the way she’s caressing and touching herself. His cock is merely a live vibrator for her at the moment.

It’s both a turn-on and a turn-off.

When she screams her climax into the room, crashing over him, he grabs her by the hips just as she falls forward onto him. Her upper body panting on top of his broad chest.

He doesn’t give her a moment to relax as he chases his own release, hammering into her from beneath. She didn’t seem to have any fight left in her and he makes quick use of her body.

When he’s ready to throw his head back and grunt out his release, he finds one of his hands in Isabella’s hair, fisting it. His other hand managed to somehow find its way over to Ariana’s, holding on to it.

When he raises his head again, it’s to the sight of tears shimmering their way down Ariana’s cheeks.

How sick and depraved is he for this?

Chapter Five

“I have a bad feeling about this,” Chase says from his seat at the bar. “That bitch gives me bad vibes. She didn’t even look