Page 49 of Sinful Games

"You bastard! You better?—"

He grabbed my chin, forcing my face so close I could practically taste the danger in his breath. “Say one more word, and I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t just forget what you were going to say—you’ll forget your own damn name.”

Well then. I guess silence seemed like the best strategy.

He leaned back, his hands claiming my legs, spreading them apart without hesitation, hiking my dress up to my waist. His eyes darkened as they roamed over me—the tights, garters, lace.

I wriggled, but his grip was iron.

“Damn it, Caia,” he muttered, lifting one of my legs onto his shoulder, his lips hot and insistent as they traveled from my calf up to the sensitive curve of my inner thigh. “You’re making this way too fucking hard for me.”

His grip on my leg was firm, like he was marking his territory.

He dropped it abruptly and closed the distance between us, pressing his forehead against mine. The raw, burning intensity in his eyes was almost too much to handle. A heavy silence settled around us, thick and suffocating, as we locked eyes.

“I don’t know what the hell to do with you,” he confessed, his voice rough and tinged with frustration. He closed his eyes, the heat of his breath brushing against my lips, almost unbearable.

My instincts took over, and I leaned in, my tongue slowly tracing a path over his upper lip before daring to dip to his lower lip. My heart pounded as I tried to gauge his reaction.

His eyes shot open, half-lidded, a lazy glare in them as he slowly licked his lips.

“Again,” he growled, grabbing my neck and pulling me closer.

I leaned in again, running my tongue over his lips, just about to pull back when he flicked his tongue against mine, trapping it between his lips and sucking on it with a hunger that made me gasp.

“Kiss me,” I moaned, my voice breaking as I tilted my head to give him better access.

“I thought kissing me was a mistake.”

“It is, but?—”

“But what?”

“I still want you to,” I whispered, closing my eyes as his lips found my neck, sucking hard.

“You want me to kiss you?”

“Yes,” I breathed out, desperation thick in my voice.

He chuckled darkly. “You’re not being very polite, Caia.” He kissed his way down to my chest. “Do you want it here?” he asked, hands grabbing my breasts firmly. “Or here?” he added, cupping me between my legs, making me moan. “Use your words, Caia.”

Gosh, I wanted himeverywhere.

I was burning up with frustration, irritated with myself, him, and the entire universe for putting me in this situation. “I want your lips on mine—now!”

“Easy there, calm down, woman,” he laughed darkly, leaning in closer. “All you had to do was ask.”

Annoyance bubbled up inside me. As his lips descended toward mine, I turned my head away at the last moment. “I’ve changed my mind. Let me go."

He chuckled, a dark amusement in his eyes, and then, without warning, pinched my nipple hard enough to make me yelp. He seized the opportunity, smashing his lips against mine and thrusting his tongue into my mouth.

I tried to pull away, but his grip tightened around my throat. He deepened the kiss, his tongue invading every corner of my mouth, until I finally gave in, our tongues dancing in a frantic, desperate rhythm.

This wasn’t a sweet kiss; it was two starving souls clawing for survival, as if the kiss was the only thing keeping us from collapsing.

“Stick out your tongue.”

I shook my head, refusing to comply, but he wasn’t having any of it.

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