Page 49 of Lord of Debauchery

Kenya

The man didn’t know how to play by a decent set of rules.

He’d yanked at every ounce of passion, every heated jolt of current we’d shared, expanding both the need and desire until we were both breathless and throwing caution to the wind.

My bottom ached from the harsh spanking, yet it was the intense fire burning in my core that had me floating as if on a cloud. It was crazy and amazing.

And everything I’d told myself I hadn’t wanted.

Who was I kidding? It was as if I’d found my person.

Whatever the hell that meant.

I kept my back arched, the wind knocked out of me from the beautiful force he’d used. His cock felt more incredible than before, expanding and throbbing as my muscles struggled to stretch just enough the pleasure became unbridled.

“Good girl. I know what you like.” Beckham pulled out again, driving into me with just as much force.

I’d surprised myself how much I’d enjoyed toying with him, acting as if I truly believed I could be the dominating force. I’d never been so playful with a man. It seemed natural, even if the inner girl inside my brain wanted to hate the man. But my body couldn’t be convinced. And who would have ever thought the big, bad wolf could be so playful.

Oh, yeah. Little Red Riding Hood. She would have known.

He ground his hips into mine, pushing my limits completely. I raked my nails over his shoulder, digging them into his back. He did nothing more than lift his head, arching a single eyebrow. I adored staring into his eyes, even though he was as guarded as I was. Still, the direct shot of our connection, the tethering that had occurred almost the minute I’d walked into my living room what seemed like weeks ago, was uncontrollable.

Maybe more so.

As he lifted one of my legs, bending it at the knee, his nostrils flared. He’d been so rough up to this point that when he pressed his palm against the outside of my knee, taking his time to drag his tongue across my skin, I shuddered visibly. The heat between us could thaw the entirety of Antarctica.

I closed my eyes, now caressing his skin as he pulsed into me, every action more tender than before. But I had a feeling his suddenly calm demeanor was short lived, his needs as off the charts as mine.

He kissed my leg for a few more seconds before planting both hands beside my head, leaning over as if ready to share an important secret.

And in a way he did, his words so like the man but ones I found myself mesmerized by. “It’s official, baby girl. As of right now, you’re mine.” He lowered his head another couple of inches.

“Meaning what?” I pressed my hand on his chest, preventing him from kissing me.

His smile was wry and knowing. “It means you are my possession, my perfect treat on a cold winter’s night, the kind of woman to awaken me from the deep slumber I’ve been in. It means if you dare try to get away, I’ll hunt you down. Then I’ll keep you in a gilded castle where you’ll spend the rest of your life.”

If any other man had said something like that to me, I would have laughed a split second before I cracked my hand across his face. But my body’s reaction was exactly what he wanted. I was trembling, the rush of excitement utterly blissful. Still, I sensed he’d had a significant loss, which had thrown him into the deep sleep he’d mentioned.

There wasn’t anyone on the face of the earth who didn’t have a tragic or sad story, which often prevented them from reconnecting with people. I wasn’t certain why during the middle of extreme passion that I was feeling some sense of melancholy myself. Maybe because I knew how he felt, wanting to be left alone while pining away for something that didn’t exist.

Maybe I was just being silly, my mind blown by the fact I sensed he was serious about claiming me. Who did that? And what did he think that was going to mean? We didn’t know each other. Sure, maybe he was a powerful dude who could easily take anything he wanted, but a person?

His eyes were burning into my retinas, never blinking as he developed a rhythm. I was no longer pushing him away, now gripping his forearm as he tempted me with wet kisses. The small darts of his tongue were incredible, adding to the wicked round of sin.

I almost didn’t care he’d locked me away as his brutal fucking forced a shimmer of electricity into every cell and muscle. I could sense my body was relaxing in one way, tensing in another as an intense climax began to build. I’d thought his mouth was magic, but this was indescribably amazing.

The sensations were tickling every part of my body, keeping me electrified. Neither one of us blinked as if fearing we’d miss something but as the orgasm swept up from my toes, I threw my head back, completely unable to focus.

“Oh. My. God.” I was panting, tossing my head back and forth, the vibrations were that extraordinary.

Even the way the headboard was slamming against the wall was delectable. But most of all, I loved the way he was growling, doing so in an exaggerated manner. He didn’t mind putting himself out there, which also wasn’t like anything I’d expected when seeing him with a gun resting on his lap.

I could barely catch my breath as he pounded into me. How was it possible he could take me from one orgasm into another like this?

“That’s it. You look stunning when you come on my cock.” His voice was so husky, so seductive that I was pushed into a state of rapture.

So much of me didn’t want to come down from the intense cloud, preferring to remain aloft, enjoying every second, but as soon as I lolled my head to the side, I was jarred by the fact he’d pulled all the way out.

---