Page 51 of Sizzling

A pleased gleam lit his eye, along with the swirl of hate and desire I could see there. He lifted a hand and gently cupped my face as he seemed to drink in my features, as if he was trying to memorize them.

“Dangerous fucking beauty,” he said huskily.

Breathe, Briar. I had to breathe.

He stared at my mouth so intently that I wet my lips, expecting him to kiss me. Realizing I was going to beg if he didn’t. I wanted to know what that felt like. How he tasted. If it was as delicious as I imagined it would be.

His hand dropped then, and I gripped my thighs to keep from reaching out and grabbing his hand to bring it back up.

“Turn around and put your hands on the wall,” he said in a low, hoarse voice.

A major red flag. I should sit my ass back down and tell him to go to hell. I should. It was what I’d do to any other man who treated me like this.

When I turned around and leaned over the bench to place my palms on the cool, smooth wall, I closed my eyes in disbelief at my own actions. Maybe I would have changed my mind and walked off, but the hiss of Storm’s breath just as his hand slid over my butt stopped me from getting my act together.

My eyes flew back open, and I stared at that bare wall I was leaning against as his hands slid up to the waist of my bottoms. With a hard jerk, they were shoved down to my ankles. Storm’s large, callous hand ran over my bare bottom, and then he slid a finger beneath the thin satin strip of my thong and ran it down from the top until he reached the damp achiness he had caused.

I bit down hard on my lip to keep from begging him to touch me when his finger left, but the hard slap that landed on my right butt cheek had my teeth releasing the abused lip as I cried out. That stung. Another loud smack echoed in the room, and I jerked from the contact.

“Fuck, that ass bounces nice,” he snarled.

My entire body felt flushed. I fought back the moan I wanted to make. This time, when his hand made contact, it was a loud crack that had me crying out. Damn, that was hard. It was going to leave a mark. I should stop this. Get away from him because, clearly, he was one of those men who liked to hurt women while having sex.

His hands ran over my skin, then moved up my back and then around and under my camisole until both my breasts filled them. He squeezed as he pressed against me. The hard length of his erection through the denim of his jeans made me whimper. He rolled my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, then pinched them until I was gasping. Too much.

“Does that hurt?” he asked, close to my ear.

I nodded, unable to use words.

“Good,” he growled. “Bad girls need to be punished. Even if you’ve got the sweetest ass I’ve ever seen.” He ran the tip of his nose over my shoulder. “And smell like a wet dream,” he added.

Oh God. Why was this hot? I pressed my legs together, needing to get some relief.

“Open your legs!” he barked, reaching down and grabbing my right thigh, jerking my leg out until I was completely exposed.

A hard slap landed over my sensitive clit, and I let out a strangled sound as my fingers curled into a fist.

“Your thighs are wet,” he said, running a hand over one, then the other. He let go of the breast he had been squeezing, then slid his hand over my stomach. With his open palm, he pressed me back against him. “Being punished makes you wet.”

Until this moment, I hadn’t known that myself.

I closed my eyes, and a whimper came out.

Storm moved behind me, and I looked back over my shoulder to see him lower his head to my bottom before his teeth sank into the bruised flesh.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out as his tongue lapped at the spot he’d just sunk his teeth in. Lifting his gaze, he gave me a sadistic grin before doing it again in another spot. I sucked in a breath and stood there, unable to stop watching him as he began to soothe that bite with his tongue.

“Bad girls don’t deserve to have their pussy eaten, but I’m gonna make an exception,” he told me as he lowered himself to his knees. “Smells too good, and I want it on my face.”

His hands grabbed on to my hips, and he buried his face between my legs. Throwing my head back, I let out a loud moan of pleasure just as my knees buckled. His talented tongue began to fuck me and lap at me as if I were his last meal. My climax was building, and I didn’t know if I was going to be able to stand up for it. The power I felt behind it, pushing me higher, was as terrifying as it was exciting.

“Fucking sweet pussy,” Storm growled as he moved a hand from my hip to my butt cheek and squeezed.

I was going to collapse. “Storm,” I gasped. “I’m gonna … I can’t keep standing. My legs.”

His fingers dug into my flesh just before his mouth left me. That was not what I wanted him to do. That magical mouth was gone.

“Ride my face,” he ordered.

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