Page 9 of Risky Vows

Curiosity to touch him almost gets the best of me, but I stay still. His mouth is too close to my earlobe, and a strange type ofawareness charges through me, landing between my legs. My sex is wet, my clit swells. What's going on?

Ooohh, but I know what's going on. Simple chemistry, nothing else.

I'm sure when he keeps going, I'll be turned off. Self-centered criminals can't make generous lovers. He shifts over me, and now his body covers mine. His nipples rub on mine, setting off little sparks within me. And his leg pushes against my pussy, uncomfortably so. Should I ask him to move it?

Except… it's not his leg.

My pulse climbs another notch. That's his cock.

"Oh," I blurt, confused and light-headed.

He lets out a cocky chuckle like he's read my thoughts. Bastard. When he rubs the thick tip of his cock against my entrance, I feel the metallic pressure again—a ring-shaped jewel attached to his penile head. A wave of warmth spread across my cheeks and neck. "A little extra fun for you, rat."

A little? He's got his huge dick pierced. There's nothinglittleabout this.

"I guess you can just do what you gotta do," I say, sounding indifferent.

He lets out another sarcastic snicker, which only annoys me. Good. Maybe it'll keep my hormones under a leash. "Aren't you a sexy sacrificial lamb?"

"Do you have a weird animal fetish?" I ask. "You know, with the rat thing, and now calling me a lamb," I add, then I chastise myself for the sass in my voice. I shouldn't provoke a man who's twice my size and is naked on top of me.

In response, he nips my earlobe, and I shake. It's like the tension in my body dissolves into more cream in my sex. "I'll call you whatever I want. I'll do whatever I want with you. You're mine."

His words send me on a spin. I should despise them, despisehim.

"This lovely neck is mine," he says, running his fingers over my skin.

He lowers himself on me until his lips touch the valley between my breasts. I suck in a breath, which only makes my chest heavier and my heartbeats more erratic.

He closes his palm on my heart, and he can now testify to my insane heartbeat.

How embarrassing. He'll know that, for some twisted reason, I'm turned on. Another shot of adrenaline runs through me. Fuck. Once he touches me, he'll be absolutely sure.

"Maybe… we should do this another day," I say, my voice wavering. “I’m not really feeling it.”

He laps his tongue at my breast. "These big tits are mine," he says, ignoring what I just said.

Hell, I'm having trouble thinking straight. He sucks my breast, works his tongue around it, and teases my nipple with a gentle bite, sending thousands of sparks of awareness through me. If I was wet before, I'm drenched now.

As if reading my mind, he lowers his hand between my legs and, without ceremony, thrusts two fingers into my sex. "And this tight pussy is definitely mine."

7

Amara

My moan fills the air. I don't want to give Massimo the satisfaction. Still, as he works his fingers in and out of me, self-preservation takes a backseat to a wild desire for release.

I clutch the bedspread so hard that my fingers cramp. I want to escape, to get away from him, but I also want to… come. Badly.

The realization sends a hot wave of shame and confusion through me. Why am I like this? I can't see him. He can't see me. Now, as he fucks me quickly with his fingers, I'm grateful for the darkness. Seeing him would only worsen things. It's hard enough to keep a handle on the conflicting emotions bubbling under the surface. I bite the inside of my cheek, willing these thoughts away.

"For someone who wants to get this over with, you're soaking wet," he says, his voice deep and husky.

My cheeks flush. Bastard. Of course, he wouldn't pass up the opportunity to rub it on my face—or in this case, in my pussy.

"A vague bodily response," I say.

A hearty chuckle fills the air. "You're not giving in. I like that. I could prove you wrong quickly, but I'll take the challenge since you want to do this the hard way."

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