Page 52 of Scarred Hearts

“I’m… what?”

His firm hold tightened on one hip while he cupped the back of my head with the other, pulling me toward him. Placing his lips next to my ear, he muttered, “Off limits.”

Grinning wide, my eyelashes fluttered as his lips grazed my skin. “I have a job to do,” I whispered, inhaling his scent. Though only a hint of his cologne remained, his natural smell made me melt.

“I know you do.” He peppered my sensitive skin with soft kisses between each word, before taking my nape between his teeth. Swirling his tongue around his target, he teased me, then sucked my skin into his mouth hard. His firm hold tightened on the back of my neck as he held me in place. Finally, he released my skin, murmuring, “It kind of turns me on when you’re dancing for other people, but I don’t want you fucking anyone else if we’re going to continue to see one another this way.”

I placed my fingers on the lingering sensation. “You just fucking marked me.”

Inspecting his work with pride, he flickered his gaze to mine. “Tell me you’re only mine to fuck.”

Being the brat I was, an evil smirk emerged. “And what if I don’t want to play by your rules?”

Entwining his fingers in my hair, he pulled my head to the side, placing his mouth a few inches up from the hickey, repeating his assault on my neck again. I moaned at his touch while his other fingers slipped up under the back of my knit shorts. He squeezed my naked ass in his palm. He kneaded my flesh, sucking harder, before finally breaking his kiss.

Standing, he laid me back on the couch, tugging my bottoms off and tossing them over his shoulder. “You will play by my rules.”

“Maybe I’ll fuck every man in that club,” I teased.

“I dare you to try.” Lowering his face, he pressed his lips to each of my inner thighs.

Moaning, I writhed beneath him as he took my clit between his teeth, biting around the piercing and hooked an arm around my leg. His other digits found my entrance, and he pinned me down, teasing my hole with the tip of his finger. His assault continued on my little button. He groaned against me, causing a vibration. I arched my back, but he held me tighter, licking and sucking my folds as he slipped a second finger inside me.

He peered up at me, hunger in his eyes. My heart pounded rapidly as his digits moved inside me, his thumb rolling over my sensitive clit. “If this is going to continue, we’re going to have to have some rules between us,” he growled against my pussy.

“Continue how?” I moaned out the question before my breath hitched at him changing his rhythm.

Crawling up onto his knees, he grinned down at me with pure lust in his eyes. “First, taste yourself on my tongue.” Lips crashing into mine, he pressed his rock-hard cock against me.

Our kiss deepened, and I became intoxicated, tasting myself on him. Knowing he had my essence in his mouth made me feel a sense of ownership, and I had to remind myself that he didn’t belong to me and never would. I loved the thought and could pretend by letting him set the rules.

Breaking the kiss, he moved his hand to his black sweatpants, freeing himself, probing my entrance ever so slightly. “I only want you fucking me. You can work for Luxe but no sex while we’re involved.” I nodded, and he shoved half his length in, causing me to let out a loud moan. He pulled out. “Am I clear?”

“Yes, sir.” I ran my nails down his tanned six-pack, feeling the ripples beneath them.

“When I want to touch you, or even fuck you,” he cupped my neck, squeezing ever so slightly, “you better give it to me. I don’t care what’s going on or who’s around.” He pressed his cock halfway into me once again.

“Yes, sir,” I replied through another loud moan.

“You can dance, get naked, grind, put a man’s hands on your body, I don’t care. I know it’s your job, and I don’t want to piss anyone off.” He pulled himself out of my pussy, replacing his cock with two fingers. “But every fucking one of your holes belong to me.” He wiggled his digits, then lifted them to my lips again, sliding them into my mouth. “Am I clear?”

Savoring my flavor, I nodded, mumbling, “Yes, sir.”

Lining himself up with my entrance, he shoved himself in hard. While his fingers remained hooked on the side of my mouth, his hips continued their powerful motion. He nipped and sucked my neck with each thrust inside me.

My moans echoed through the room as his erection filled me completely. I could feel his heart pounding against my chest, matching my own, lost in his dominance. The sound of his breathing, growing heavier with every movement, reminded me of how much I turned him on.

I never wanted this to end. I was dying inside, knowing he could never commit to me because he wanted to protect me. And somehow, that turned me on even more. He was protective because he wanted me safe. No man ever cared about me that way because I never gave them the chance, and they always saw me as an object. I didn’t mind Tyler using me for sex because, in the end, I knew we were much more… or so I hoped.

“You’re so tight,” he groaned, pulling out and slamming back in, dragging me out of my romantic thought. “Tell me you belong to me.”

“I…”

He lifted up, his eyes locked on mine. Forcing himself into me harder, he demanded, “Say the words.”

He caught me off guard, and it caused my mind to pump the brakes on my little bubble. My heart belonged to him, but I didn’t deserve to be loved by him or ever be more than a friend or a hook-up to him.

I panted, panicking, my voice barely audible as I struggled to come up with a reply that wasn’t a lie. “I belong to your rules.”

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