Page 56 of Twisted Fate

Then I kiss my way down her body, nipping her smooth skin, making her writhe.

I lift my head and watch her as I slide my palms up the insides of her thighs, forcing her legs wider. I kiss her belly, the inside of her thigh. The scent of her arousal twists my lust even tighter. I want to devour her, mark her, own her.

I slide my tongue along her wet folds, again, again, my fingers splayed along her upper thighs, holding her still as she strains against my hold. Needing. Wanting.

The taste of her is like a drug as I lick and suck her clit.

She jerks and begs, the sound so fucking gorgeous. “Damian, please, please…”

I pin her hips with my forearm, holding her in place as I nip the inside of her thigh, then lick her to soothe the hurt. Then I lick up the centre of her cunt, again and again while she squirms and tangles her fingers in my hair.

With my free hand, I smear her moisture from her pussy to the crack of her ass, then press my finger against her asshole, pushing just the tip inside as I suck her clit. I slide my finger out, push it back in, my tongue stroking her clit. She thrusts her hips and gasps, low and breathy. Her heels press against the sheets, her whole body strung taut, as if my forearm pinning her hips is the only thing stopping her from fucking levitating.

Her body is my toy, my instrument, my clay.

I push my finger deep in her ass and I suck her clit hard. She screams, her whole body jerking, her muscles twitching and trembling as she comes.

I don’t give her a chance to recover.

I climb her body and press my mouth to hers, her taste on my tongue and on her own.

I push my cock inside her, rough, hard. She wraps her legs around my back, her arms around my shoulders, her mouth eager as she returns my kiss, her body still pliant from her orgasm as I take her. Fuck her.

I am anything but gentle. Anything but giving. I take what I want, what I need, balls deep inside her.

Beneath me, I feel Alina start to come again, her muscles tightening, her body spasming. With a roar, I let go, my orgasm crashing through me in an endless wave.

Finally, I roll to the side to keep from crushing her. She nuzzles against me, her face buried in the crook of my neck. Then she tips her head and looks up at me, her expression soft, open, full of trust, full of…affection.

No woman has ever looked at me like that. With good reason. I’ve never let a woman close enough for her to even consider it. I’ve never wanted to before.

I feel Alina’s trust like a gut punch.

I brought her here so my brother can interrogate her. I brought her to the middle of the fucking ocean where the only thing that stands between her and harm is me.

I brought her because the head of my family ordered it.

Even worse, I brought her because, selfishly, I wanted her with me.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

21

Alina

I wake up and for a moment I don’t know where the hell I am.

And then I remember. The yacht. The stateroom. Huge king-sized bed. Sleek, polished wood walls. Silk comforter. Butter-soft white sheets that are probably about a billion thread count. About a million throw pillows that are currently scattered all over the floor. I stretch, a smile curving my lips as I think about last night, about Damian.

Last night, just before I drifted off, the way he looked at me…

I roll to my side and reach for him only to find an empty bed. I’m alone. The fluffy pillow beside me is dented but vacant. It smells like him, like his warm skin, like citrus and spice. That scent is on me now, every inch of me, and it’s threatening to sink deeper, right into my soul. I am in way too deep, barely treading water.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do now?” I mutter.

“Good question,” a male voice answers.

I stiffen, then sit up, gathering the sheets to cover my naked body.

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