Page 44 of Betrayed

“Yes, please, sir.”

His tongue licked up her neck to her ear and he caught the lobe between her teeth, something she noticed he seemed to enjoy—a lot.

“I’m hard and aching for you now, so only a few strokes in the name of research.” He eased away. “Here we go. Use the pillow.”

And she did, moaning into it and muffling her cries as fire rained down on her already burning behind three more times. After a brief pause and a soothing rub, another half dozen licks followed. They stung, quite a bit, but were more tolerable than the dreaded loops, and like the fire-bringing wicked tool, barely made a sound upon her skin.

When he set it aside, he pulled her up on her knees. The only forewarning of the promised fucking was the head of his cock gliding along her wet flesh. Then he sank deep. With Mari so utterly drenched, she took his considerable length readily.

“So hot and tight.Putain, ça fait du bien. You feel like heaven.”

He fucked her slowly but hard. Each stroke stretched her, going infinitely deep, and on each inward thrust, his hips and thighs smacked her fiery behind. She was vibrating everywhere, accompanied by a blistering heat and stinging pain, but she loved it, feeling utterly alive.

Arturo took her relentlessly, driving into her, moving faster and faster until he was slamming into her with such force that he drove her up the bed. She had to brace her bound hands on the headboard. It thumped loudly against the wall. The irony was that no one questioned this noise in a hotel room, but the sound of floggers and paddles or open hands on skin, accompanied by moans and cries of pleasure would be.

His hands came up to her wrists and with a quick tug, he untied her, pulling her upright until her back was to his front. His arm snaked around her, stabilizing her at an angle across her belly as the other hand cupped the opposite breast.

“Grab the headboard with both hands and hang on. I’m not holding back anymore.”

Dear lord! She never suspected he was.

But he proved her mistaken as he pistoned into her even harder, making her grunt each time he plunged deep, imprinting himself on her tender insides. Her head fell back on his shoulder and she turned her face into his neck. A few more strokes and she was flying once more, five times in total, a lifetime best—if she were the kind to keep score of such things.

As she cried out in release, one of his hands sank into her hair and guided her mouth up to his. He muffled her blissful moans with his kiss, his answering growl of completion swallowed up by her own, as they both came in spectacular fashion.

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SHE LAY SOFT AND WARMagainst his side, her breathing easy for the first time in the past hour as she snuggled in deeper, her head resting against his shoulder. Beautiful, responsive, able to take what he could dish out and enjoy it yet adorably uncertain of herself, in need of someone to lead her, protect her, but not smother her as her asshole husband evidently had. He could see a future with this woman, one mutually rewarding, if they could get through this mess.

Stirring beside him, Mari tipped her head to blink drowsily up at him. Like a soft, cuddly kitten waking from a nap,minousuited her to a T.

“I need to open the shop in the morning.”

His arm tightened around her, not ready to give her up yet, but it was past midnight. Plenty of time for Jonas and his crew to have finished. The thought brought reality crashing back and reminded him of something else.

He rolled to his side, coming up on an elbow. “A master from the club invited me to Galveston this weekend. His wife’s family has a place on the beach. I’d like for you to join me.”

“For a play weekend?”

“Not specifically, but if that’s what you’d like to do, I’m sure I can arrange it.”

“Oh, I didn’t mean... I was merely asking, uh—” She stopped when she saw the amused quirk of his lips.

She pushed at his shoulder for teasing, but he didn’t budge, laughing at her peeved look instead. He rolled onto his back, bringing her with him. Her midnight hair fell forward, shadowing her face. He speared his fingers into the dense, wavy mass, holding it back so he could see every nuance of her expression.

“It’s Jonas and Lexie Mitchell, Mari. They don’t seem like the hardcore-play party type although if we ask, Jonas might show us some Shibari ties. He’s a master and teaches classes at his martial arts studio in San Antonio.”

“I’ve seen them do a demonstration on the main floor at the club. He suspended her above the floor, and it looked like she was flying. It was breathtaking.”

She bit her lower lip, a habit he’d noticed when she turned reflective. It was yet another thing about her he found endearing.

“I haven’t been to the beach in ages, which is really a shame, living so close. But my manager is still out of town.”

Her brow furrowed. He was certain she wanted to accept, so he waited silently while she worked it out in her head.

“I could ask Katy, I suppose.” She glanced up at him, eyes bright. “It sounds wonderful, Arturo, and I want to, but give me some time to work out coverage?”

One of his hands slipped to the back of her head and pulled her face down to his. “Work a miracle, Mari,” he said, his lips brushing hers. “I desperately need to see you in a bikini.”

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