Page 21 of Tormented By Regret

His thumb stroked my leg, sliding up my inner thigh, and I moaned, rocking back into his touch.

“I'm not allowed Whisper.”

I shoved my hair aside and looked back over my shoulder at him.

“I think you've already crossed the line and we’ve gone way over it,” I panted, shifting my hips so my ass was on display for him.

His eyes stayed on me as he swatted at it, the contact of flesh on flesh echoing around the small hotel space.

I whimpered, the animal inside me didn’t give a shit about my feelings. It didn’t care that this was wrong. It didn’t matter that I had vowed to hate this man. There was something about Powertrain that made us ache all over. Ache to be loved. Ache to be touched...to be kissed. I wanted his rough hands on me, his calloused fingers inside of me. I wanted every inch of Lee Berwick to devour me.

I slowly slid off his lap, following to my knees before him. He simply gazed down at me, watching me silently. I ran my hands up his thighs and I noticed his hands turn into fists as he buried them in the mattress at his sides.

“I'm not touching you,” he stated.

I gripped his knees, sliding myself up off the floor and onto his lap once again, this time straddling it. I moaned as my core slid against his hard length.

“Whisper,” he said my name so quietly and I couldn’t help but lean into him.

My lips grazed his and I felt myself ignite. My tongue licked at him, swiping against his mouth which was partly opened.

“Whisper,” he warned but I was too far gone to listen.

I slid my tongue into his mouth and tasted the tip of his-he tasted sweet, as if he had been sucking on a candy all night. His tongue found mine, gliding over it as he pressed his mouth to mine in a heated open kiss that only he controlled.

His hand wrapped around my neck as I moved on his lap, squirming over his hard length.

"I can't touch you," he grunted as I reached down, sliding my hand over the front of his groin. He was larger than I expected, and so hard.

"You don't have to," I whispered against his mouth. A mouth that never stopped kissing me.

I wrapped myself around him, grinding down on him and gasping as his hardness poked up at me.

“Whisper, you have to stop.” He placed his hands on my hips, but he didn’t attempt to do much more. I moved them to my own private rhythm, needy and desperate for more.

“Are you sure you don't want to? Any other Bastard would have taken me and claimed me already. Maybe I'll just go ask one.”

I jumped off his lap and turned toward the door, but he grabbed my hand and sat me down, between his legs. I was facing outward this time, my back pressed against his chest.

“Lee!” I shouted, surprised by how easily he maneuvered me.

The raven shook again, ruffling its feathers and I felt that energy ripple along my spine. I arched back and he grunted as I ground down on him.

“No one touches you but me.” He grunted in my ear as he tugged my legs apart, forcing me to straddle his thighs.

We faced the hotel mirror, and I couldn't take my eyes away as he yanked my skirt up over my hips, exposing the red cherry panties.

“Why the fuck would you wear these around me?”

“They weren’t meant for you.”

He spanked my thigh and the sting spread to my core. “Then who the fuck are they meant for?”

“None of your business.”

He grabbed the elastic and tugged, ripping at the panties in anger, or maybe jealousy. His reaction made my body respond and I gripped his thighs and ground my ass down on his cock.

“Look at yourself.” He ordered, but I avoided the mirror. He suddenly gripped my hair, tugging my head back, forcing me to look at us in the mirror.

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