Page 50 of Trick's Trap

His face didn’t soften the way it normally did.

“Come with me.” Rising, he took her hand, pulling her along until they were down the hall inside his suite. He tugged until she followed him into his bedroom.

He closed the door with a snap, stalking her with slow deliberation.

Tahlia could feel the change in the atmosphere. It was electric and intimidating. Suddenly, her lover seemed unfamiliar.

“Are you okay?” A tiny tremor betrayed her anxiety.

He put his hands on the back of her head. She waited, but he didn’t say anything. His jaw flexed, and his hands fisted in her hair, pushing her toward him.

“No one is taking you from me.No one.”

His grip was unforgiving. It made her scalp burn, but she didn’t care. Tahlia pressed against him, silently begging for more.

Patrick’s breath was hard and fast, the dark fire in his eyes new and a little disturbing. She stood there frozen as he stripped her, almost ripping the dress off.

Tahlia was left in her bra and panties. She started to take her heels off, but Patrick gave her a sharp shake of his head. He pushed her on the bed, stripping his shirt and pants off. He was crawling over her before his shorts hit the floor.

She tried to help him remove her underclothes, but he wasn’t having any of it. Excited, and still a little apprehensive, she held her tongue as he pulled the thin strips of black fabric from her body.

The matching dark heels dug into the pristine white coverlet. Tahlia closed her legs, waiting for a sign of what to do as she peeked at Patrick from under her lashes.

For a very long moment, he just watched her.

He kneeled in front of her, his gaze sweeping over her as if he were memorizing the lines of her body. Then he reached for a pillow, stripping the silk pillowcase from it and rolling it into a makeshift rope.

His hands grasped her arms, moving to hold both her wrists together over her head. His hands blurred as he deftly tied and knotted the pillowcase around them.

“Leave them there,” he ordered in a raw voice.

Stomach fluttering, she nodded.

“Good girl,” he murmured, running his hands over her hips.

Tahlia resisted the urge to close her eyes. For a man who spent so much time in an office, his hands were rough and strong. She loved the way they felt sliding over the satiny skin of her thighs and stomach.

Patrick palmed her breast, squeezing her nipples until they stung before lowering his head. He drew each into his mouth, lapping them with his tongue before sucking them hard enough to make her cry out.

Tahlia squirmed, her heels scrabbling for purchase on the bed. Patrick clucked his tongue, pulling her leg up to swat her ass cheek, before pushing it back until her legs were parted wide.

He stared at her pussy, running his fingers over the seam of her lips, parting them to tease and pinch her clit with the same relentless hunger. He hadn’t even put his fingers inside her, but she was so wet, already pulsing under his touch.

Forgetting herself, she reached for him. “Patrick.”

Her channel was clenching desperately. She wanted—no,needed—a deeper penetration.

“I said don’t move them.” He adjusted her hands, positioning them back over her head and holding them fast with one hand. He rested his weight on his forearm, moving the second to grasp to his member.

He pumped his cock a few times, the thick length shining with a bead of precum at the tip. Then he crawled up the bed until he was over her face.

“Open your mouth.”

Her pussy muscles clenched as she obeyed, parting her lips to let him inside. Patrick traced them with his cock before pushing the tip inside.

Tahlia’s closed her eyes, savoring his musk and salty taste. She rolled her tongue over the tip, eliciting a groan from him. Warm and aroused, Tahlia tried to take him in deeper, but he wouldn’t cooperate. He let her suck on the head of his cock, but nothing more.

She was almost disappointed when he backed away. His cock popped out of her mouth with an audible little pop.

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