Page 52 of Ruthless Love

I can barely nod, panting to keep myself upright as my knees become putty. When he steps away, the lights dim and the heat of his hand singes my back, pressing me flat against the kitchen counter.

“Tug at your ropes,” he says, and when I try, a burst of electricity rips through me. “Okay?” he asks, his kisses pressing into each of my hands.

“Yes,” I manage to whisper.

His lips move down my thighs while he pulls the shirt up over my back. Nibbling his way across my panties, he keeps his hands on my hips as his teeth drag the fabric down my legs. Every breath against my sensitive skin sends a charge from my breasts to my toes.

When his hot tongue slices a path up to my core, it’s all I can do not to come. His fingers smear across my folds, spreading my wetness back and forth, and pushing to my clit, he forces two fingers deep inside me. I cry out loud with so much pleasure as I buck back into him, chasing the orgasm I was fighting moments ago.

His lips nibble the underside of my butt as his finger works in and out, grazing my spot so lightly, I’m dizzy with desire. And still, he keeps me pinned in place, forcing me to squirm with need.

“I want you,” I beg. “All of you.”

When he slides his fingers out, I hear him sucking them clean and moaning his satisfaction. “You can’t have me, Evie.”

“What?”

“Not if you’ll be his again.” Austin takes a long taste of me, gliding his tongue along the folds of my wetness, making me quake with need.

“I won’t,” I say desperately.

The slap of his large hand stings my butt cheek. “That is for the last time you went back to him.” He massages the flesh before his next slap. “And the time before that.”

He keeps going, changing each slap from hard to soft, not letting me anticipate the timing or his strength. The pain or the want.

Between each spank, he spoils my skin with rough massages and sensual kisses, the reprieve between his tender and dark scolds.

I’m wet and aching, and my body writhes with wanting him. Raw desire. Lust.

By the last slap, tears stream down my cheeks as wetness glides down the inside of my thighs. My pleas and moans subside to whimpers, and whispers of please, please, please.

His lips are on my ear as the weight of his body rests against mine. “Swear, Evie. Swear to me you’ll never wear that ring again.”

Breathless and blubbering, I swear. “I’ll never go back. Make me yours, Austin. Please. Make me yours.”

The cords release, freeing my hands. Lifting me to my feet, he slides his hands up my body, pulling the shirt over my head before scooping me into his arms.

“Please,” I whisper, still begging.

Whisking me to the bedroom, he sits me on the edge of the bed, letting me watch his taunting moves through my heavy lids. Button by button, his fingers unfasten his shirt, then his belt.

“Spread your legs. I want to see your wetness,” he says, his voice low and hungry as I inch my thighs open a little at a time.

When his jeans are gone, he’s every bit as gorgeous as the first time I saw him. But my eyes still linger on each chiseled muscle of his chest, every cut along his abs, then the V down his thighs that points to his stiff magnificent cock.

My fingertips glide along the head, and it jolts at my touch. A wet bead has formed at the tip, and I open my mouth until he presses inside.

“That’s it,” he says, before his low demand. “God, just like that.”

His hands on my head guide me, but I look up, needing to see his eyes on mine. “Yes, Evie.”

An easy rhythm develops as I suck, pulling him deeper, carrying him further to the back of my throat. My hands grip the firm muscles of his ass as he tries to pull out. I can feel the head of his dick pushing in, and I focus on my breathing as his thickness dips down my throat before pulling all the way out.

He fists my hair. He’s not gentle, but he’s not hurting me. Somehow, he knows what I want.

He pulls me to my back, laying kisses and nibbles across my breasts until he sucks one in, and my back arches to give him more. His teeth tug lightly before releasing me as he works his way down.

I can’t think, or breathe, or move as he spreads my legs wide, digging his hands into my inner thighs. Opening me, he runs a long lick from the tender skin of my ass, up the slickness of my folds, until his lips nestle around my clit.

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