Page 25 of Bound to the Crime Lord

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me,amor. Let’s not pretend like you aren’t giving me ‘fuck me’ eyes. Had it not been for the fact that I have a meeting to attend to in the next two hours, I would have fucked you right here in this kitchen.”

I blushed. “And what makes you think I would ever let you fuck me?”

Something dangerous flashed in his gaze. “You will be begging for my cock soon enough. Just reach into your pants and see if I’m right or not.”

With that, he breezed past me, leaving me standing in the middle of the kitchen alone. I stood there for a few seconds, or maybe it had been minutes, before I finally decided to move.

“The nerve!” I snapped. “Me? Fuckhim?Never!”

He got under my skin so easily, which was incredibly unsettling. But what irritated me even more was that there was a part of me that knew his words were true.

I stormed out of the kitchen and headed for my room feeling hot and bothered, but most of all, mad. He had purposely aroused me, and now I had a lot of pent-up frustrations and no way to release them, unless…

I laid down on my bed and got comfortable. It had been a while since I had last made use of my fingers.

I closed my eyes and willed the thoughts of that man out of my head. Why did he have to be so damned…him. It would be easier to hate him if I wasn’t so turned on by everything he did.

Those whiskey eyes of his…my God.

I reached my hand beyond my waist and found my already soaked pussy. I moved my fingers up and down, building friction. I circled around my clit, adding pressure with each movement.

I arched my back away from the mattress, my legs closed in on my hand.

Whiskey-colored eyes filled my mind as I continued to massage the sensitive skin of my clit. My body heated while I awakened the hunger that had been lying within the darkness. I pushed myself closer to the edge, willing the desire that I so deeply craved to quell.

My mind sifted through images, trying to land on one that would aid in my longing. Rough hands moved up the side of my body, their callous touch setting my skin on fire. Little tiny prickles of electricity kissed my skin.

I plunged my middle finger into my pussy while I pressed my thumb on my clit.

“Ah!” I moaned into the empty room. “Fuck.”

I took myself closer and closer to the edge. The fire spread from my core all the way throughout my body. I tried to chase that euphoric feeling, but every time I drew close, it escaped my grasp.

I added a second finger, the pressure creating sweet and utter bliss. There was nothing quite like the feeling.

I pumped in and out of my pussy, building the rhythm slowly.

I pictured his lips kissing the sensitive skin of my lips. His hands would move along the length of my body, drawing me incloser to his front. At the moment of contact, he would spread my legs apart and align himself at my front.

I increased my rhythm, pumping harder into my pussy.

He moved the tip of his hard cock up and down my slickness. He kneaded the soft tissue of my breast in his large hand as he continued to tease me.

I added a third finger, making my toes curl.

My God, that felt good.

I would look into those whiskey rivers of his, and with one fluid motion, he would push into me and hit the very end of my walls.

“Manuel!”

I found my release, my orgasm tearing through my body violently. My back arched off the mattress, and my entire body jerked as I rode out the intensity of the wave that had just hit me.

When the cloud had faded and the lust-induced thoughts had quietened, reality finally found its way to my brain.

“No…” I whispered into the dark room. “I said his name. I was meant to be forgetting this man, not using him to get off.”

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