Page 133 of Dance of Deception

His fingers yank my hoodie over my head before his hands slide down, gripping my waist. “You were made for this. Made forme.”

The sweats I’ve got on over my tights and leotard go next as Carmine yanks them down roughly.

Then he steps back, his eyes dark as they devour me, taking in the thin fabric stretched over my body and the way my chest rises and falls with each uneven breath.

His fingers trace the straps of my leotard before hooking into them, pulling them off my shoulders.

He peels it down my body and over my breasts. The cool air kisses my skin before the heat of his gaze burns me.

He slips the leotard lower, exposing me inch by inch, his breath hitching as more of my skin is revealed. My pulse pounds with anticipation, but he doesn’t rush.

“Fuckingperfect,” he growls.

I whimper when his mouth finds one of my breasts, devouring it greedily. I cry out sharply when his teeth sink into my tender nipple, sending an arresting mixture of pain and pleasure zipping through my body.

Carmine shoves my leotard and tights lower, pushing them over my hips before pulling away from my throbbing nipple and dropping to his knees in front of me.

His hands slide over my waist, my hips, my thighs, gripping, claiming. Then he drags the leotard and tights down together, inch by inch, his fingertips brushing every newly exposed part of me.

My breath stutters as I watch him bring them to my ankles and then take them off. My fingers grip his shoulders, my balance unsteady.

Carmine’s eyes slide up mine. Then he leans in, his mouth lowering between my thighs.

I stiffen, my hands on his shoulders. “Wait—I haven’t showered?—”

Yeah. Like there’s ever been any stopping Carmine.

He pauses, but doesn’t move away. He lifts his gaze, his piercing blue eyes locked on mine, his fingers digging possessively into my hips. My breath catches as he leans even closer to my pussy.

“I already told you, you’re fucking perfect.” His voice is commanding. “You don’t want to contradict me.”

Fuck. Me.

The way he says it. The certainty. The possessiveness.

A tremor rolls through me, making my breath catch, and all my fight drains away.

His lips curl into a smirk. “That’s what I thought.”

Then he leans in again.

A low moan rips from my chest as his mouth presses to my pussy. He growls into me like an animal—literallygrowls—as his grip on my hips tightens. My eyes roll back when his wet tongue snakes between my lips, spreading me open, pushing deep.

“Carmine…”

His tongue drags through my lips, flicking over my swollen clit. I whimper loudly, my hands sliding into his hair as my legs shake.

“Keep running those hands through my hair, baby. Like you don’t ever want me to stop.”

His lips fasten around my clit and a choked cry of pleasure tears from my throat as he sucks hard, swirling his tongue around it. My body sags, my hips shamelessly pushing against his mouth and tongue as he turns my world inside out.

"Look at you,” he groans. “Shaking, dripping, so fuckingneedy, like a greedy little slut.”

His mouth pulls away from my pussy. Suddenly, I’m gasping as he pushes me back, toppling me over. I hit the bed with a whimper, then he shoves me down and roughly spreads my legs wide open. Carmine grabs my hands, placing them on the backs of my thighs.

“Hands right here, little dancer,” he growls. “Be a good girl and open yourself up for me.Show me what’s mine."

His mouth dips between my legs again. My eyes roll back as he wraps his lips around my clit and bats his tongue across the swollen bud. Two of his fingers push into me, curling deep and stroking up against a place inside me in a way that makes my back arch from the bed.

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