Page 64 of Lord of Debauchery

Every part of him was dominating, so much so that I felt myself swooning, already lightheaded from the intensity of the shared moment of intimate pleasure. I wasn’t used to being swept off my feet but that’s exactly what he did, lifting me first onto my toes, even higher seconds later.

I felt so tiny in his arms, as if I weighed nothing. The feeling was exciting, my nipples already rock hard.

He growled into the kiss, matching my hard moan, which he captured as usual. As he ground his hips in between my legs, his cock hard as a thick piece of stone, I was no longer shocked by how my body responded. It simply did around him, as if my inner core had never been on fire before. I could seriously fall hard for this man, even if it wasn’t a good idea for anyone, especially a fighter like me.

As the powerful moment continued, his mouth overtaking mine, his tongue tasting every tiny crevice inside, I cinched my eyes closed. The man could kiss like nobody’s business.

He tugged on my head with enough force to break the kiss, breathing raggedly as he brushed his lips from one side of my jaw to the other, taking his time doing so. Every action he made was sensual yet possessive, refusing to let go of my hair until I was forced back into a deep arch. I remained lightheaded with the same dazzling stars I’d seen before. It was incredible and for a few seconds, I had the feeling I was flying free.

The way he caressed my skin was as if he’d known me for much longer, reflecting on every nuance, every sound I made by alternating from rough to soft. He bit down on one nipple, holding the tender bud in his mouth. I was thrown by how much I wanted this to continue. As usual, he was going to take what he wanted. There was no question about that.

After pinching and twisting my other hardened bud, he pulled his head back, allowing me to lift my head. His eyes were glassy, full of expression, his jaw more angular than normal.

“I not only want you,” he whispered harshly. “I need you. There is no turning back. Do you hear me?”

“Yes. Yes.”

“Good girl.” He backed away a couple of steps, unbuttoning his shirt while he kicked off his shoes. When I tried to reach for him, he wagged his finger, lifting a single eyebrow in the process. “No touching until I allow it.”

Why did I have a feeling he was going to add ‘or else’ on the end? He didn’t, still grinning as if his control could never be challenged, yanking off his shirt before it was completely unbuttoned, fumbling with his belt, but that didn’t last long. As he stripped the rest of his clothing away, kicking it aside, I was curious as to why he left his tie on, barely loosening it.

When he noticed what had to be a curious look on my face, he grinned as any evil man would do. He shifted back and forth, alternating his weight from one foot to the other for a few seconds, perhaps allowing me to take a good look at him. As he pushed me backwards toward the shower, I couldn’t help myself, reaching out and wrapping one hand around his tie.

As I pulled him into the shower, he allowed my actions, keeping an amused look on his face. Once we both stepped foot inside, he slammed me against the side of the shower wall. There was only a partial glass door, yet the water collected in the marble basin. The open feeling added to the hint of filth and sin we were getting ready to perform.

He planted both hands on either side of me, the look in his eyes becoming more intense than before. “You’re still a bad girl who needs to be tamed. And you like to play seductress.”

“So what? You love it.”

“Mmm… Yes, I do. However…” He ripped off his already wet tie, slipping the knot free. When he grabbed one of my arms then the other, yanking both over my head, I bucked hard even though another wave of excitement tore through me.

“You can’t tame me. Haven’t you figured that out yet?”

All he did was issue the deep chuckle that always slayed me, wrapping the tie around my wrists before jerking me toward the showerhead. When he proceeded to tie me to the thick piece of steel, I gasped and glanced up. Water cascaded down both of us, splashing into my mouth and eyes. I was floored but every inch of my body was tingling.

He secured me tightly, grinning as he took a step back. “You look perfect. Maybe I should leave you like this.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“It’s funny how often you say that. Bad men do these kinds of things.”

“Here’s the problem,” I cooed. “You just pretend you’re a really bad dude, but I know better.”

There was something slightly different about the way he cocked his head, his eyes as glassy as they’d been before. It wasn’t from drugs or alcohol consumption, just old-fashioned lust.

He had me all hot and bothered, so much so that even though I wiggled, even testing the strength of the showerhead by kicking out with both legs, I was quivering all over from a heightened level of adrenaline.

“Careful, little girl. I do bite.” As if to prove a point, he cupped both breasts, immediately dropping his head and biting hard on one nipple.

“Shit. Oh…” Pain and pleasure swam together in a tight combination, pushing me to feeling another wave of raw ecstasy.

I couldn’t seem to hold my eyes open, almost instantly shoved into a dreamy state. How could one man do this kind of thing? Oh, yes. Because he was the fabulous Beckham Kennedy, a take no shit kind of man.

“And you’re also very wrong. I’m bad to the bone.” He captured my legs this time, jerking them around his waist before driving his cock deep into my pussy. The angle was completely different and the sensations were so intense I was breathless.

Panting while still fighting the tight hold, I was blown away with how good this felt. He kept his hands wrapped around my thighs, slamming into me hard and fast. Even his face was strained from the level of need I sensed had grown within him.

Still, I knew in my heart something else had occurred to push him to this point. That’s what it had to be. The only sound was our deep and rattled breathing as heat and crackling electricity swept through both of us. I’d never felt helpless while fucking any man, the loss of control something I never would have believed I’d enjoy.

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