Page 101 of Ruthless Regret

Zain sits up, and for the first time that I can remember, there’s a smile on his lips. It does something to me, makes my heart skip a beat. While I watch, he reaches down and pulls his shirt up and over his head. Muscles ripple across his stomach with the movement, and I lick my lips.

Had he been this toned the other day? Of course he had, I just hadn’t noticed.

My eyes follow the movement of his hands as they drop to his pants, and my breath stills as he pops the top button.

“Can I do it?” The question leaves my lips in a breathless rush before I can stop it.

His movements still, and his head tilts. For a second, I think he’ll refuse, but then he nods. I sit up.

“Stand up.”

He climbs off the bed, and I curl my legs beneath me so I can kneel in front of him. My hands replace his, and I slowly pulldown the zipper. Hooking my fingers into the waistband of his underwear, I pull them and his pants down his legs.

His dick springs free, hard and thick. My tongue creeps out to wet my lips again. I’m so close to it, all I need to do is bend my head a little.

What will he do? Will he stop me?

I risk a glance upwards, and find him looking down at me. His jaw is tense, eyes intense as he watches me. Slowly, giving him time to say no, I lower my head, and open my mouth.

The groan that comes from him when my lips slide over the tip of his dick vibrates through me, and his hand lands in my hair, fingers flexing as I take him as deep as I can.

“Fuck.” The curse sounds like it’s ripped from his mouth, and it sends a surge of triumph and satisfaction through me.

Maybe I can cause his own out-of-body experience.

I pull back until my lips are only touching the head, and then I lick my way down one side and up the other. The fingers in my hair tighten, and I can’t stop a smile. Leaning back, I make eye contact with him, and then slowly swallow his dick. His eyes darken, lips parting on a moan.

“Jesus … fucking … Christ.”

I’m pulled off his dick, and pushed back onto the bed, my wrists wrapped in a tight grip and pulled above my head. The move arches my back, my breasts rubbing against his chest, sending delicious sparks of fire through my veins.

His dark eyes burn into mine, and then his mouth is on mine in a kiss that takes my breath away. His free hand finds my clit, strokes over it, then moves to push two fingers inside me.

I moan into his mouth, fighting to free my hands so I can touch him. His grip tightens, and he pulls his mouth from mine.

“I want to fuck you.”

I’m nodding before he finishes talking. “Yes. Now.”

“I don’t have protection.”

“Don’t care.” There are probably a thousand reasons why I should care, I just can’t think of any of them. Not while he’s biting his way down my throat. And not while his fingers are pumping in and out of my body, preparing me for his dick.

I whimper when he pulls his fingers free, but I don’t have a chance to complain because the world spins, and I’m above him, legs either side of his thighs.

“I want to watch you take my dick.” He reaches between our bodies and his fingers circle his erection, giving it a slow stroke. “Lower yourself onto me. Keep your eyes on mine.”

My lips part as I ease downward, and his dick pushes inside me. My eyelashes lower, and a hand grips my chin.

“Eyes open, Firecracker. On me.” His voice is rough, commanding, and I force myself to meet his gaze.

I’ve had sex before. I’ve been on top before. But I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this. I’ve never felt as vulnerable as I do in this second, with his hand on my hip, and his eyes holding mine while he guides me down onto his dick.

“Can you feel me?”

Can I feel him?

It’s like he’s everywhere. His grip on my jaw, his eyes burning into mine, his fingers burning my skin where they’re resting on my hip, his dick seated deep inside of me. There isn’t a part of me thatcan’tfeel him.

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