Page 58 of Death Deals

Guess so.

“Fuck me… with your fingers.” When the words left my lips, my heart pounded faster. I’d thought it’d sound ridiculous out loud, but it sounded exactly opposite: it turned me on.

Without saying another word, his full hand dove into my underwear, his two fingers sinking into me. My eyes flew open in shock and I inhaled sharply. His palm rubbed against me as he pumped his fingers in and out at a feverish pace, and my muscles twitched at the array of sensations crashing through me.

I wanted to grab him, kiss him, something, but with my hands tied, I was completely at his mercy. My head fell back, and he pressed his mouth against my collarbone. When a third finger slipped inside me, I cried out. He was using the weight of my own body to increase the speed of his thrusts, and it wasn’t long before my pleasure began mounting, about to peak.

He withdrew from me.

My mind snapped back into focus like a rubber band. “You son of a—”

“Not yet,” he scolded, then shrugged off his jacket and slung it aside. When he began to undo the buttons of his shirt, I watched him eagerly, knowing what was next. He slid the belt out of his pants loops and made sure to grab both its ends and crack it. The sound made me jump, and he smiled.

“Maybe next time,” he teased. “But now, I’m going to taste you.”

My thoughts went right to his fangs in my neck, so when he bent low and touched one of my breasts, I didn’t know what to do. His mouth found my nipple, licking and sucking it greedily, and it was like someone had doused me in gasoline and lit a match. When he moved to the next one, his teeth scraped along the tight little nub, and I hissed as pain and desire spiraled through me in a dangerous combination.

“Andre,” I breathed his name. I knew I wasn’t supposed to talk, but he was killing me here.

His heated gaze met mine as he continued to make a feast out of my chest. Just watching him sent my mind into a tailspin.

I really couldn’t take it anymore. I needed him and more than this. I needed him inside me. I was so wound up, it felt like I’d split in two if he pushed it off any longer.

“Can you just give me what I want?” I asked, breathless.

Another sharp pinch of his teeth on my breast had me yelping.

“And what’s that?” His lips never left my flesh.

Christ, he’s going to be the death of me.

“Fuck me.” I said it no louder than a whisper. “Fuck me, please.”

So much for not begging.

Andre straightened and moved to stand behind me. Confused, I tried to look over my shoulder, but my awkward positioning with my arms up made it near impossible to see what he was doing. It didn’t matter though because not long after, his full length was pressing against my backside.

I arched my back and spread my legs to give him better access. Moving my panties to the side, he pushed inside me. All the way to the hilt. And to my surprise, a groan of pleasure escaped him.

“This is what you want?” he said through clenched teeth. Again, his body seemed to vibrate against me, like he was losing control of himself and wasn’t used to the feeling. He pulled out once before sliding himself back in, testing his own reserves. “Is it?”

I nodded frantically, the words unable to form at the moment. But that seemed to be good enough for him now.

Like before on the dance floor, a switch had been flicked inside him because suddenly, all bets were off. My lace underwear was gone, torn off me so fast, I hadn’t even felt it. And he was gripping my waist, using my own weight to plunge himself deeper into me. Over and over. My feet barely touched the floor anymore, his touch the only thing keeping me grounded.

An orgasm shot through me like a bullet, ripping me apart at the seams. I cried out as everything clenched painfully tight and released suddenly, leaving only absolute ecstasy thrumming through me. Andre, though, didn’t slow. He rode me through it, causing a second climax to start its climb.

When his hand snaked up and wrapped around my neck, I froze, the bliss instantly gone. The haunting memory of Ed’s belt cutting off my airway and my life short jumped forward, stunting me from the moment.

Andre must have picked up on my change because he let go of me immediately and stopped.

When he circled to the front of me again, I felt like I needed to tell him why I’d faltered but the words were a jumbled mess on my tongue.

“I-I’m sorry,” I panted. “It’s just… that’s how I—”

Andre silenced me with another heart-stopping kiss that easily relit any snuffed-out fire within me. Only when we were both left gasping for air did he say, “You don’t need to explain. We all have our things.”

His finger ran along my jaw as his gaze roamed my face. “But I hope you know that I’m not done with you yet.”

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