Page 59 of Relentless Sinner

The kiss intensifies and he slips his hands into my hair, holding me closer so he can take more of me.

I touch him, too, smoothing my hands up his chest and tracing the contours of his muscles. I slide them up until I reach his face then I run my fingers over his beard and up to his hair.

Jaxon pulls me flush against him so I’m molded to his skin and a shockwave courses through me when he sucks hard on my tongue and deepens the kiss.

A kiss isn’t supposed to make anybody feel like this. Like they’d sell their soul to have it.

My awareness peeks through the wild haze of lust when his hand glides up my waist and slips under my bra. He runs his fingers across my left breast and catches the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

I moan at his touch and he kisses me with more urgency, as if he needs more of me.

I hear the little snap of the clasp on my bra then feel the cold air on my naked breasts as the bra slides down my shoulders. Realizing I’m topless, I pull away from his lips.

“Jaxon…” My voice comes out hurried and strained.

I cover my breasts with my hands but he grabs them. “Number two. This is what I want for number two. You like this.”

“Someone might see us.”

“My people get paid enough not to seeanything.” He grins with sexy mischief, pulling my hands away from my breasts.

I want to stop him. I should, but the hungry look in his eyes stops me.

He bends down and captures one of my nipples between his lips, sucking gently at first then harder as I moan.

I grab his shoulders and arch my body into his mouth, savoring the delicious shivers of pleasure that course through me. Everything around us fades from my consciousness as we’re engulfed in our own world of desire and lust.

Holding me steady, he feasts on my breasts, alternating his sucking from one to the other.

“I fucking love your body, Krasota.” He curls his tongue around my left nipple and looks up at me. “Don’t you dare lie to me and tell me you don’t want this.”

My breath snags when I part my lips. “I…”

“Want more.”

It’s not a question but the intensity of his gaze demands an answer. I nod.

My God, I actually nod, giving my approval, no longer fighting, no longer resisting. It feels like the shield I placed up to keep myself from feeling anything for him cracks, and I don’t want to fix it.

With sinful delight etched into his face Jaxon returns to his wild suckle, sucking on my nipples until they’re sore and my breasts are heavy with the weight of wanting more. Then his free hand finds its way down to my panties, slowly sliding over the sensitive skin of my mound until he’s between my thighs.

He spreads my legs wider so he can rub his fingers over my folds and trace teasing circles around my skin. Lingering there, he strokes, teasing my skin before dipping inside to massage my clit, then he pushes his fingers deeper into my pussy.

We’re in water but I know he can feel the distinct wetness inside me for him.

“Fuck, Krasota.” His hot breath burns my skin. “You want me.”

“I can’t…”

“Fucking stop it. You know I want you. Now stop acting like you don’t want me.” He tightens his grip around my waist and moves to my ear to whisper. “I know it’s me you think of late at night when you’re all alone and you think no one can see you touching yourself.”

My eyes snap wide and I twist around to look at him. “What?”

He can’t be serious. But he knows. How?

The answer comes to me before I can blink—cameras. He has cameras in the bedroom.

“Relax. Only I can see you.”

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