Page 51 of Sinister

“Are you wet for me, Monroe? Or are you wet at the thought of your stalker watching you right now?” He hauls me up by my throat until my lips are pressing against his. “Answer me.” He bites into my bottom lip, dragging it between his lips and drawing blood.

I’d be lying if I said this didn’t turn me on. Rome being savage and jealous is making my insides clench and the slow build of arousal settles between my thighs. If he continues this delicious torture on my pussy and throat, I’m going to come all over his fingers any second.

“Yes,” I moan when his fingers circle my clit.

“Which one, Monroe?” He flicks my clit, nearly sending me over the edge.

I hold onto his muscled biceps and try to grind my pussy against his hand when his fingers around my neck flex. “Both.” I breathe out a groan.

“That’s.” Thrust. “My.” Thrust. “Dirty.” Thrust. “Slut.” He kisses me deeply, our tongues dance against one another lapping up the blood oozing from my lip. The warm sensation adds a whole new dimension to his mouth on mine. It’s erotic and sensual the way he’s tasting me and taunting me with his fingers inside me.

A strangled moan escapes my lips and he swallows every last sound. His fingers disappear from inside me and I want to whimper from the sudden emptiness. He moves so I can see my reflection in his turbulent eyes.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Monroe?”

I nod as much as his tight grip allows. I need him to devour me whole. To fuck me until I pass out. The tight burning in my lungs fights with me to make him remove his fingers from around my throat but my mind says otherwise. The lightheadedness is making me dizzy but I don’t fight him because I need this more than I need to breathe right now.

He pushes me backward, my back hitting the marble table top so hard a fast whoosh of air escapes through my lips. He climbs after me, never breaking his tight grip and drags me up the table by my throat again. Instinctively, my hands fly to his and I hold onto his wrist.

“Rome.” My eyes go wide when he removes his hand and rips the front of my gown apart.

Pulling the front of my dress and bra down roughly, exposing both my breasts and my already hardened nipples, he flicks them back and forth in time with my heartbeat. “Are you wet for me, Monroe?”

I bite my bottom lip, tasting the blood that’s still there, and shut my eyes as he pinches both my nipples really fucking hard. The sensation shoots straight to my clit and I suppress a moan as he pinches me again. As much as my brain is telling me we need to stop before someone catches us, my pussy is throbbing to be savagely fucked somewhere forbidden.

“Keep your eyes on me when I’m fucking you.” He grabs my jaw, angling my face toward him.

My eyes fly open and clash with his heated glare. I place my hands on his chest and I can feel the steady beat of his heart through his clothing. His hands slide over my breasts, down my stomach and settle on my panties. He tears them off without any effort at all and moves to undo his pants, allowing his huge cock to spring free.

I lick my lips in anticipation when his voice startles me. “I said keep your eyes on me.” He growls as he positions the tip of his cock at my entrance and in one deep thrust he’s entered me.

“Fuck.” I throw my head back from the intrusion. Both pain and pleasure course through my veins as his thick cock fills me to the brim. My pussy is still sore from last night and I can feel it slowly stretching and accommodating his thickness as he moves in and out in an agonizing rhythm.

Grabbing one of my thighs, he lifts my leg over his hip as his intensity increases and he rams into me harder, my back sliding up the smooth planes of the marble table. His hand comes down onto my throat again and anchors me, pinning me to the table, ensuring I don’t slide away from him.

“You’re so fucking wet being manhandled. Do you like your airways constricted?” His fingers flex cutting off my airways.

Pleasure pools between my legs and stars dance behind my eyes as I struggle for air. I hold onto his arms, feeling the muscles strain with each hard thrust. I cry out a choked moan as the intensity of what I’m feeling can’t be contained inside me.

His hand moves to my mouth, stopping me from making another noise. “Shh, baby. We don’t want one of the lecturers coming to find you being thoroughly fucked where they eat. Your cunt is only for me to devour.” His voice is sinful and depraved, making my stomach clench tighter at the thought of anyone seeing us.

Sucking in air through my nostrils, I can feel my pussy tightening around his cock at being dominated and forced to do this here where anyone could walk in any minute. Arousal pools at the base of my spine as his rough thrusts hit my clit at the right angle every time. His carnal gaze locks me to him and I’m unable to look away from his darkness as I cry out against his palm and come so hard I nearly pass out. Tingles course through my body as I shudder under his weight and try to suck in air through my nose. His face fades in and out as I come down from my high and ride the waves of pleasure.

“My turn.” His eyes glow with intensity when he grabs my leg and throws it over his shoulder. “Do you think you can keep quiet?” He slides out and slams back into me over and over until I can feel my body start to quiver again.

“I’m going to come again,” I moan loudly, uncaring who can hear me at this point. He shoves my leg off his shoulder and leans down, biting and sucking my breasts, nipples and anywhere his teeth can connect with as he plows into me in even and deep thrusts. The sensation is overwhelming. The pain where he’s leaving bitemarks makes my body sing and I’m completely spent and satiated.

“I could fuck your cunt everyday and wouldn’t get enough of it.” He catches my lips with his, devouring me, kissing me roughly as he thrusts his release into me. “Holy fuck, Monroe.” His eyes catch mine and he smirks against my mouth. “You’re fucking more than perfect, baby. I’m under your fucking spell and I think I’m drowning here.” He presses a gentle kiss to me. “Are you okay?”

I can’t stop grinning. “I’m really fucking good.” I wrap my arms around his neck and feel him twitch inside me.

“I don’t want to pull out.” He twitches inside me again making me giggle.

“If you’d have waited until we got back to the house to fuck me, you could have stayed inside me all night.” I raise my eyebrows at him.

“Tomorrow night.” He kisses me again and slides out. Reaching down between us, he thrusts two fingers inside me, playing with his arousal and pushing it back in. “Can’t have you leaking down your leg now can we.” He winks as he shoves his arousal back into me.

Chapter twenty-four

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