Page 66 of Promiscuous Lies

“I won’t play games,” I say breathlessly, which is better than a no.

He smiles then, and it’s anything but the charming gesture he sometimes offers others. No, this is all feral—the monster beneath. “You’re the only one who’s been playing games, Posie.Let me in.”

There’s so much loaded into that last sentence. Is it a request or a command? I don’t know what he wants or how this will end, but I feel a small part of my guard slip as I breathlessly say, “Okay.”

His expression softens ever so slightly as if he wasn’t expecting my submission.

“Get on your knees so I can feed you my cock,” he demands. “You don’t get sweet nothings today. You’re going to be brutally fucked to within an inch of your life for the hell you’ve been putting me through.”

He releases my jaw, and I drop to my knees obediently, licking my lips as if grateful to be granted permission to unzip his pants and free his cock. I swallow because the size of him startles me every time.

I slide my mouth over his cock, rolling my tongue around its thick head. His hands thread through my hair, and he growls, “Look at me as I fuck your filthy, defiant mouth.”

I look up at him through my eyelashes as he slowly rocks his hips into my mouth. He hits the back of my throat every time, and I choke, and then he begins thrusting almost angrily, punishing me for my defiance during the day.

This is definitely not a reward, and yet I’m getting wetter by the second as he ruthlessly fucks my mouth. It is as if this brutal claim is the only way he can communicate something unsaid.

Tears stream down my face as he grunts, fucking my throat like it’s his personal toy.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he grits out, and it floods me with pride. “You like my cock, don’t you?”

I can’t nod, so I make a sound of agreement because I do. I love the way he overpowers me, the way he feeds off my defiance and turns it into something so pleasurable. I love the way he threatens to punish me but always gives me the best orgasms I’ve ever experienced.

Fuck. This man, in all his ruthless beauty, is so hard to deny.

“Are you going to swallow my cum like a good girl?”

I make another noise, choking on his cock.

He smirks, and it’s devilish and sinister. “That’s not good enough,Mostriciattola. I want to come in that sweet mouth of yours and mark my territory from the inside.”

Fuck, I’m dripping.

“Are you ready to take me raw like a good girl?”

I nod eagerly, desperately even.

He pulls out of my mouth and tugs me up by my hair. He immediately grabs me by the throat and hoists me onto the counter. His hand is up my dress and dragging down my panties in seconds.

He’s circling my clit with heavy, firm movements, and I whimper under his bruising touch. Today, I really pushed him; I can tell by the way he’s taking it out on me through sex. But I fucking love it. Thrive on it.

He kisses me—more like devours me—as he rubs himself against my folds. He yanks me toward him, and I jerk back, almost hitting my head on the mirror, but he’s quick to catch me.

I scream as he impales me, the movement so fast and jolting that I don’t even have time to breathe or adjust around his size. He cradles my head as he begins pounding into me, and I can only press my palms against the mirror behind me as I come undone.

The slapping of our skin is the only sound I can hear, and the music and chatter outside the door fade into the background.

I whimper as he bruises me with punishing kisses.

“Fuck, you drive me insane,” he grits.

I wrap my arm around him, clawing my nails down his shirt, claiming him in the same way he often likes to leave marks on me. Because I’d be lying if I didn’t admit there’s some truth to whatever this is between us. That this man of ice knows how to match my inner fire.

“I’m sorry,” I breathe out, not thinking straight as he rattles my brain from how hard he’s fucking me.

Tingles move up my legs, and I’m startled by how quickly this raw fucking is getting me over the line.

“No, you’re not!” he seethes between kisses. He’s biting, sucking, tugging, and it’s my undoing. I moan, clinging to him with my nails digging into his back as I wrap my legs around his waist.

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