Page 100 of Snitches and Serpents

Tristan brushes his knuckles over my clit.

It’s like a lightning strike right through my spine.

A whimper escapes my lips.

“Please,” I whisper, staring up into his glittering eyes.

He draws the tip of his cock along my entrance. “Please what?”

Need washes over me. My body is practically vibrating with tension as I press out, “Please… fuck me.”

The smile on his mouth grows. Sliding his hand up to my jaw, he holds my head tilted up like that in a firm grip while he draws his thumb over my bottom lip. “See? You still blush a little when you say things like fuck.”

“I’m—”

He thrusts into me.

I gasp as he sheaths himself fully with one smooth motion. Pleasure pulses through me at the feeling of his thick cock filling me completely.

Still grinning, he leans down and steals a savage kiss from my lips. “And I do love hearing you beg.”

“Asshole,” I mutter, but the amusement in my voice betrays me.

He smirks against my lips. “Don’t worry. We’ll get to that later.”

My eyes widen.

A dark chuckle rolls from his chest as he pulls back and locks eyes with me again. His hand slides back down my throat. With his cock still buried deep inside me, he tightens his grip, once more cutting off my air.

“You’re mine now,” he says, his voice full of dark promises. “Every part of you is mine. Never forget that.”

Then he pulls out and slams back in again.

I would’ve gasped if I’d had any air to do so.

His other hand curls around my hip, keeping me in place as he starts up a brutal pace.

Pleasure pulses through me with every dominant thrust. I rake my fingers down his chest, tracing the sharp contours of his abs. A desperate noise comes from the back of his throat. I grin up at him. His eyes glint as he holds my gaze while slamming into me.

I draw my hands possessively over his body again.

A shudder rolls through him, and he relaxes his grip on my throat.

Sucking in a deep breath, I level a smug look at him. “You’re mine too. Never forget that.”

He claims my mouth in a hard kiss while he continues pounding into me.

“So fucking stubborn,” he murmurs against my lips.

But when he pulls back again, I can see the approval in his eyes.

I grin.

My body jerks and the desk scrapes against the floor as Tristan rails me hard. Pleasure crackles through my veins with every thrust, and the pent-up tension inside me grows into a thrumming storm.

Throwing my head back, I suck in desperate breaths as the edge of an orgasm draws closer. Tristan tightens his fingers around my throat.

“Eyes on me,” he commands.

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