Page 58 of All My Broken Dreams

“Yes, I know who you are. Now, get off me.”

He locked eyes with her for an instant.

Then he smashed his lips against her mouth, his tongue diving between her teeth, pushing, exploring, kissing her senseless. Her body ignited with electric sensations.

His hand slid under her skirt and he wrenched at the elastic on her tights to pull them down. She slapped his hand away. He pushed her back.

“No, Robbie. This is who I am.”

Her thighs were confined by the tights, her skirt and his weight; she was trapped and wriggling when his fingers parted the folds of her soft flesh and he began to pet her slit, stroking her to erotic madness.

Being confined, unable to get free of his fingering, intensified the power of her climax. She came against the palm of his hand, arching her back and crying out against his mouth that was still pinned against hers.

It all happened so rapidly, Robbie didn’t have time to think. Deacon wrenched off her tights, pushed her legs apart and his hot stare grazed over her wet, pulsating pussy.

Through the tight jeans, his cock made the jeans even tighter. His erection was outlined like a truncheon under the material.

Robbie laid back against the cushions, panting, her eyes begging him to release his cock and fuck her sore.

Instead, he knelt between her legs and flicked his tongue over the hard slick nub. Her thighs flinched. Her lower belly exploded with butterflies. Robbie gripped the arm of the sofa.

“You want me to make the decision for both of us,” he growled. “Fine. Here is my decision. I’m going to suck you dry. I’m going to take everything you have so you never think of me again.” He raked his tongue over her ultra sensitive clitoris.

Robbie bucked and bellowed with a hoarse cry of pain and pleasure.

His lips fastened to her sex and he suckled her. Her legs split wider and her hips lifted. She bit down on her fist to keep from screaming. The nub was still recovering from his fingering; this second assault was bending her brain, spiraling her into unconsciousness.

Her eyes rolled back in her head. Deacon was relentless, gripping her ass, and eating her out like a wild dog.

She came hard, loud and out of control. Shaking, half-conscious, helpless and weak. He left a void inside her that whimpered for his cock. Ached for completion.

“I’ll tell you what I want.” Her voice was thick and rasping, unrecognizable to her own ears. “I want you inside me. I want to feel you inside me. I want you to fuck me, Deacon,” she pleaded.

“You want me to stick my neck out.”

“If it’s your job you’re worried about, I’m not going to tell anyone.”

“They’ll know. They’ll see it on us whenever we’re together. He sent me to get you when you were in trouble. He won’t trust me with you the next time if he knows I’m fucking you.”

“Why?” she cried. “What business is it of his who I sleep with? I’m a consenting adult.”

Deacon pushed away from her with a bellow. “Because he wants you for Casey!”

Chapter Thirty

Robbie blinked. The orgasm receded. She sat up slowly, pulling up her tights.

“Alastair wants me for Casey? I barely know him. How do you know this?”

“He told me.” Deacon moved to the window where he was lit by the glow from the Christmas tree. “After I attacked Casey, he told me why it mattered to him that I control myself, especially when you were around. He said I made Casey look weak in front of you and he has hopes for a union between the two of you. You had to see his son in his best light.”

Her flesh burned with fire. “And you didn’t raise any objections. You said you’d stand back and let it happen?”

“I’d stand back, yes. No one is forcing you to like him, but I’m not going to be an obstacle. Whatever happens is between you and Casey.” He turned to face her, his expression unreadable. “Don’t ask me to go against him, Robbie, because I won’t.”

Robbie rolled to her side, pulling the blanket over her legs. “Then I’m not going back there tonight. The whole arrangement makes me sick.”

“You don’t have a choice. You moved into the house. Alastair insists every student residing in Dugald Croft is present at the dinner table at eight p.m. sharp.”

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