Page 28 of Nowhere to Run

My breasts stayed upright in the bra as he hovered over me, burying his face between them. Hot, desperate. Possessive. Hismouth moved furiously, kissing, sucking, pushing them together as if he couldn’t get enough.

A shiver tore through me as his tongue swirled across my nipple, slow and tormenting, before he suddenly bit down. Not hard, but enough to make me cry out.

“Ow!” I gasped, my back arching.

He pulled back slightly, smirking, though his voice dropped into something almost apologetic.

“Your body drives me insane, I can’t help myself.”

Sitting up, he pulled off his shirt, revealing that chiseled, tattooed body. His muscles rippled as he undid his belt, the veins in his forearms pulsing. One tug. The leather slid free from the loops of his jeans with a sharp snap.

I swallowed hard.

He wrapped the belt slowly around his hand, each measured twist deliberate, foreboding.

A devilish smile grew with every loop of the leather.

“On your stomach,” he ordered.

I hesitated.

But obeyed.

Rolling over, my heart pounded as I felt his hands glide up my sides.

What is he going to do?

The belt landed with a soft thud on the nightstand and I exhaled, a sharp breath of relief escaping me.

Then—

The quiet slide of his zipper being undone.

Followed by the low, deliberate slap of his cock against his palm.

I stiffened.

“Mmm… such a perfect present for me,” he hissed, crawling closer. The thick head of his cock pushed into the curve of my assas he undid the delicate bow at my hip—untangling me thread by thread.

His hands spread me open and I could feel his eyes burning into my most private places, devouring every inch.

“So fucking beautiful,” he whispered, voice full of dark hunger.

I whimpered, my face burning as I buried it in the pillow, his words sinking into me like silk.

“This body is mine, every part of you.”

A slow, measured pause.

“I’m going to ruin you tonight.”

A rush of fear and excitement collided inside me.

Not a chance.

I swallowed hard, steadying myself. I’d get what I wanted—my release.

He’d be interrupted before he could claim me completely.

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