Page 136 of Corrupted Heart

Straight from the bottle.

Kratos arches a quizzical brow at me as I come sauntering back out of the house into the yard carrying a bottle of añejo.

“Gonna be that kind of night, huh?”

“Uh-huh,” I grin.

“Well, in that case…” He turns and cranks the volume on the outside speaker. Sultry tango music filters in to the back yard and I pull the cap off, my eyes fixed on Kratos’ amused ones as I take a sip straight from the bottle.

I sidle over to him, passing him the tequila as my hips begin to sway to the music. Kratos’ eyes stay on me as he takes a heavy sip, keeping the bottle in his hand. A soft, warm rain begins to sprinkle down. But it’s still gorgeous out, I’m not ready to go in yet, and it’s not heavy.

So I keep dancing, slowly swaying my hips and raising my arms as my fingers push through my hair.

“I want to watch you dance some more,” he rumbles quietly.

I twist, glancing at him over my bare shoulder as my hips undulate.

“Yeah?”

There’s something dangerous and primal in his gaze. A dark hunger that gets my blood pumping hot and my thighs clenching. I can feel my nipples pebble and tighten under the dress as my teeth rake over my lip.

“Yeah. Dance for me, babygirl.”

An erotic, sultry heat pulses deep in me as I keep dancing and swaying my hips. My eyes close, my fingers shoving slowly through my hair before my hands glide down my body.

I know how to do almost any style of dance, and I know how to move my body. But this is a first. Maybe I’ve danced like this in a club full of other people. But I’ve never done it in front of someone.

Never done it in front of a man who’s looking at me like he wants to lick me from the inside out and then swallow me whole.

I turn again, swaying my hips to the music as my eyes zone in on his. Kratos takes another pull of tequila, his gaze still roving hungrily over my body. I dance closer to him, reaching for the bottle, then gasp quietly when he roughly grabs my wrist and yanks me into his lap.

The rain begins to fall a little more heavily. But the drops are warm, and the feel of them teasing lightly over my skin and soaking my dress is a turn on. I take the tequila from his hand, taking a slow sip and whimpering softly when his mouth finds my neck.

His lips fasten on the soft skin there. I gasp sharply at the pierce of his teeth. I take another sip of tequila. This time, I don’t swallow. I let it trickle out of my mouth, trailing down my chin to my neck. Kratos’ growl rumbles against my jugular as he licks the tequila from my skin, his fingers tightening on my hips.

Suddenly, his hands are gliding up my back. He tugs the tie behind my neck, letting the top of my dress tumble down between us and my breasts spill free.

He growls quietly as he dips his head. His eyes lock with mine as he wraps his lips around one tight, pink, puckered nipple. I squeal as he bites down, viciously tugging and twisting the little bud between his teeth as I moan with desire. I take another sip, again letting the tequila dribble down my chin and onto my chest for him to lap up as my hips grind on his lap.

We’re both panting as he suddenly slides his hands under my dress. I moan when I feel him yank his jeans open, and when I feel the huge thickness of his fat cock throbbing against my thigh, my breath catches.

His thick fingers yank my thong aside. He centers his swollen head at my eager, dripping wet lips. One hand wraps around my throat, the other gripping my hip. And in one thrust, he rams up, burying his cock inside my tight wetness in one brutal stroke.

“Fuuuuck,” I groan, simmering with pleasure at the feel of him impaling me on his dick.

I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how big he is. But I love that. I love that it feels like he’s sliding into me for the first time, every time.

I cry out as he lifts me up and yanks me back down, squeezing his fat dick into my swollen little pussy as my eyes roll back in bliss.

Maybe it’s the masochist in me: the need for a little pain. For a little sour with the sweet.

The way I crave the Heaven and the Hell of him equally.

I just know I’ll never not want this. I’ll never want anything but this.

Kratos’ hands are everywhere: squeezing around my throat, slapping my ass. Gripping my hips and mauling my breasts as his teeth rake down my jawline and my neck. My arms wrap tight around him, my hands gripping the back of his hair as I throw my head back, feeling the warm rain and the tequila heat wash over us both.

He rips his shirt off, and I shiver at the electric feel of my nipples dragging against his bare chest. His fingers dig into me as he grabs the bottle of tequila and takes a sip. Then he’s kissing me hard, letting the añejo swirl and dance from his tongue to mine as I ride his big dick and bounce in his muscled lap.

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