Page 83 of A Game So Reckless

I rise, holding my chin high even though I’m trembling. My arms twist behind my own back. I undo the zipper on my gown and the hooks on the back of my bra, letting everything fall away at once. Cool air kisses my heavy breasts. Darragh lets his gaze rove up and down my exposed body, his pupils blowing wide.

“Now come to me, pet.”

The pooled fabric of my dress rustles as I fully step out of it.

And I go to him.

I stop between his spread legs. His fingertips skim up the sides of my thighs, and my skin explodes with sensation. His hands reach the sides of my lace thong. I gasp when the fabric is pulled so tightly against my groin it stings.Ripgoes the lace.

The shredded panties fall away, leaving behind welts of red on my skin.

Darragh drags his thumbs over the red places, making my irritated nerves jump. My clit pulses. I can feel wetness gathering already.

“Fuck,” Darragh whispers. His breath hits my skin like a drug hitting my bloodstream. It affects every inch of me.

And when his mouth suddenly closes over my right nipple, it feels like he’s sucking directly on my clit.

I nearly collapse with the unexpected, erotic force of it. Darragh catches my hips with rough hands, squeezing hard and dragging me forward until my knees hit the edge of the chair he’s sitting in. He growls against my flesh, then fastens his teeth around my nipple at the same moment that he digs his fingers harder into me.

When he leans back against the chair, he takes me forcefully with him. I’m flat against him, straddling him now, and when he grinds his hips, I feel the delirious stiffness of his erection beneath his clothing. It seems impossible that any part of a person could be that hard.

It seems impossible that I’ve made him that way.

But I have. I haven’t even touched him yet, and he’s already like a rock beneath me, nearly bruising as he fucks himself against my body.

I don’t know where to put my hands. I want to wrap them around his neck, or to bury my fingers in his hair, but that feels too forward somehow. Which is a crazy thing to think, considering I’m naked in his lap right now.

Ultimately, I chicken out. I steady myself against the back of the chair behind Darragh’s head instead.

I think he notices. When I glance down at him, I find him already looking back at me, his eyes open as he drags his hot, wet tongue across my nipple.

And then, his mouth is moving. Up to my collarbone, where he stops to bite me, making me cry out with the sharpness of it. But that cry melts into a mewl when his tongue finds the side of my neck. He licks up to my ear and I shudder violently.

Between his sucking mouth at my neck and ear and his cock thrusting against my bare pussy, I’m already dangerously close to coming.

Trying to distract myself from the treacherous sensations rising so quickly, I speak. Or, attempt to, anyway. It comes out as more of a moan.

“Where have you been,” I ask him, my thighs quivering, “for the past two weeks?”

“Why?” he demands against my ear. He blows on the damp lobe, then clamps down on it with his teeth, making me jump. “You were thinking about me?”

“I just… Just wondered. I-”

“I dreamed about you.”

My eyes fly open at the honesty of his admission. And the bitterness of it. His hands move between us, and the next time his cock bumps up against me, it’s his bare, molten flesh. It’s terrifying how instantly my body reacts to that fact. The quickening ache inside me. The emptiness my instincts are begging me to fill with him and only him.

“Fucking ironic, really,” Darragh groans as his tip nudges up against my entrance. “Can barely fucking sleep when I’m not near you. And the few times I do, you’re there. Inside my head.”

Of all the cottages in the country, he had to buy that one? That’s what I asked him.

What I had to do was get some fucking sleep.

“You’re soaked for me,” Darragh growls, dragging me out of memories. “Virgin pussy this fucking wet? You might not even bleed.” The pressure at my entrance intensifies. I moan, my hips already arching to take him, when I freeze.

“Wait!” I gasp, scrambling away from him. “I have a condom.”

Darragh stills. Then, he gives a mirthless laugh.

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