Page 18 of The Ties That Bind

Honestly, I would have agreed with anything she said if it meant I’d get one more day with her. Fuck, one more hour. I knew these next few days were going to have to hold me over for the rest of my life … however long that may be. Because we were either going to thwart Jayce, in which case Arabella would go back to being in charge of the Wilsons while I took over the reins of the St. John empire … or we’d both be dead. Any way you sliced it, this right here was all we had.

“All right then,” I said, rising and taking two steps toward her. When she didn’t shy away, I slid my arms around her waist and pulled her close. I’d almost forgotten how snugly she fit against me, her body perfectly molded to mine. Pushing away that thought, I gave her the words we both needed to hear. “This is what it is and it’s nothing more. It’s passion. It’s hate. It’s revenge. It’s everything but love.”

Arabella raised the bottle to her lips and, tipping her head back, chugged down a few deep swallows of liquid courage. Her eyes turned glassy from the burn of the Jack snaking down her throat, but she gave no other outward sign of discomfort. As if she regularly threw back shots like it was nothing.

Setting the bottle on the table, Arabella leaned into me then, her lips brushing against my neck, before she dragged her teeth over my pulse point. I shivered but stayed completely still while she explored. After what seemed like forever, her hands found their way under my shirt to traverse the heat of my skin. When her fingers ghosted over my nipple, I couldn’t take it anymore. Growling low in my throat, I speared my hands into Arabella’s hair and claimed her mouth, nipped at her full lips, and pushed my tongue deep. Arabella melted into my touch and I rolled my hips against her so she could feel the thick, hard length of my cock. So she could know what she did to me with just one kiss. Her fingernails scored my chest and I reveled in the sting, remembering how alive I felt when she was with me. With the rest of the world I was numb, but with Arabella I was a thousand nerve endings come to life.

Breaking our kiss, Arabella’s hands tangled in the leather of my belt, frantic to get it off. I could have made it easy on her by helping out, but I loved seeing her so turned on she could barely function, so nervous her hands wouldn’t work.

“Fucking leather,” she cursed when the thick band refused to give way.

I slid my hands to the thick bulge in my jeans and cupped myself suggestively. Her eyes grew wide and she swallowed deep, the gulp loud in the quiet room.

“Is this what you’re looking for?” I asked, palming myself again. “Are you dying for my cock?”

I’d seen the evidence with my own eyes. Arabella wasn’t the sweet, young girl she’d been before, but I was still surprised when she answered my question by placing her palm over my hand and squeezing.

“I want your cock deep inside of me,” she whispered. “I want to come all over this cock, my pussy milking every last drop from you while you come inside of me.”

Holy. Fucking. Hell.

I almost blew my load picturing exactly that.

The leather finally gave way and she popped the button and pulled down my zipper. Biting back a curse, I sucked in a lungful of air and let it out slowly as her fingers gripped my aching shaft in a tight fist.

“I changed my mind,” she announced. “I want your cock in my mouth. I want your cum down my throat.”

That was all well and good, but I didn’t want the first time I came to be in her mouth. I wanted us skin-to-skin, my cock buried deep inside of her, just like she’d said. I wanted to feast on her gorgeous fucking tits, and to make love to her mouth while I fucked her delectable pussy. Before I could say any of that, she dropped to her knees, pulling my jeans down with her, and dragged the flat of her tongue from the base of my shaft to my large, swollen head. As my eyes rolled back in my head, she wrapped her lips around my crown, and swirled that wicked tongue over and around me. I held my breath while she teased me, and then let it out in a gust when she took the full length of me into her mouth.

“Fuck!” I exclaimed, my control breaking, as my hips surged forward and my cock nudged the back of her throat.

When I moved to pull back, Arabella wrapped her arms around me and dug her nails into my ass, not letting me go. When I looked down, our eyes met and held while she guided my hips so that I was fucking her face. A thick, wet suctioning noise filled the air and mingled with my pants and her moans. I’d forgotten how much she liked this. Hadn’t let myself remember it. Hadn’t wanted to think about how much Arabella craved the feel of me filling her mouth until she was choking on me. Her eyes watered and tears leaked out, but she never slowed the pace.

Eventually she drew back to pull some air into her lungs, and when she did, she voiced her pleasure. “God, I missed this. I missed your beautiful fucking cock fucking my pretty little mouth.”

Jesus Christ! How had I gone all these years without her on her knees in front of me, without her dirty mouth whispering filthy things as she took control and let me just feel?

“I missed it too,” I groaned when she sucked my balls into her hot, moist mouth, applying light suction until I felt the pull all the way down to my toes. When I moaned she laughed around my sac, the vibrations adding to the sensation.

Next, she licked her way up my shaft and then, with her hands around my dick, started pumping me energetically while she sucked on the tip.

“Yeah, just like that,” I bit out between gritted teeth, my hips pumping furiously now, my breathing labored, my eyes focused on watching her work me over.

“Harder,” I commanded when her licks turned teasing.

“That’s what I’m supposed to say when you’re fucking me.”

I leaned my head back and groaned while she continued to tease me with feather light caresses, her hands and her tongue alternating strokes.

My head fell forward when she asked, “Do you want to come down my throat or in my pussy?”

Oh god, I had to choose? Wait, what was I saying? Her pussy. Always.

“I want that pussy,” I growled, leaning down and hoisting her into my arms and carrying her to the creaky bed.

I could have taken my time undressing her, savor the moment, made it last. Who the fuck was I kidding? No, I couldn’t have. I needed to be inside of her right this fucking instant. I pulled her sweater off over her head as Arabella undid her bra. I tugged her leggings down her thighs and cursed when I realized she was wearing those same goddamn boots from yesterday—the ones that had prevented me from getting her naked then too.

“I hate these things,” I complained as I lowered the zipper of the left one and then the right before pulling them off her feet and tossing them across the room. Her pants followed in rapid succession.

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