Page 50 of Devilish Ink

“You make me fucking crazy.”

The growl of his voice, the intensity of his stare, the feel of his hard body against mine, all of it, made my head spin, made every single cell of my bodyache.

The fucking tension built up over the last few months of us pretending to just be artist and client, all that time with him stretched out and half naked, all that time with his warm body under my hands, under my control, it left my core twisted and needy to the point of insanity.

“Off,” I hissed, pushing at his jacket, the soft wool tickling the palms of my hands before he flung it aside.

He grinned and it was beautiful and devilish.

The next few moments were a fury of movement. My shirt was torn off my head, my bra undone and flung aside, my black hose torn in two, stretched out in tatters, before it fell away from me like a shed skin.

Finally he snapped my thong off me, muttering, “I’ll buy you fifty more.”

The cold air hit my soaking pussy and I shivered.

He unzipped his cock and pulled it from his jeans. I reached for him. I just needed to fuck it out. Then I could move on from the butterflies he gave me whenever he looked at me with his hooded eyes.

But he stopped me.

My eyes widened in surprise when he growled and wrapped his hand around my throat like the perfect necklace, making me gasp.

It felt like such a natural reaction. Something inside me justrespondedto the utter dominance in which he held me.

For the first time in a long time, I felt secure. Safe.

I feltprotected.

“I am going to take my time with you,” he said, his voice low and firm. “I’m going to fuck the sass from this pretty little mouth. I’m going to devour your pussy until you’re all that I taste. I am going to kiss every single one of your tattoos until you arebeggingme to fuck you.”

I shivered with impatience. It didn’t matter that this was a terrible idea, that letting myself be claimed by him would make it all the harder to leave when the time came.

ButallI wanted was to feel him inside of me.

“Then what are you waiting for,” I countered right back.

He squeezed my throat and I let out a whimper, stilling.

“Not right now,” he said. “Right now, I just need to fuck you.”

No more teasing. No more waiting.

He found my soaking entrance with his cock and thrust inside, filling me, making my head knock back against the wall as pleasure racked my body.

He let out a curse. “Fuck, you’re so wet and tight. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be feeling me for days.”

He squeezed my throat firmly, the lack of air made my lips part soundlessly as he devoured me.

His hips thrusted and pivoted until the base of his cock ground against my clit. My eyes rolled in pleasure at how his cock was perfectly hitting my g-spot. All I could do was writhe against the wall.

The sounds of how wet I was filled the room, but I couldn’t bring myself to feel embarrassed with how intently he stared at me.

Sparks flew before my eyes as I hurtled toward my release.

“Your pussy feels like heaven,” he growled. “It was made for me.Mine. No one else’s. Ever.”

This was supposed to be a fling. I was going to flee Ireland again soon and I’d likely never see him again.

But my heart rang with his words as Lee fucked me against the wall.

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