Page 101 of Major Penalty

“Youwill.”

His tongue drags flat and slow over my clit, and I jerk. I lift my legs and wrap them around his neck, pulling him closer against me. I’ve caged him in.

His mouth doesn’t stop, and he chuckles against my clit, sending vibrations up my core.

“You’ll take everything I give you,” he murmurs, his hot breath caressing my lips.

“Oh my God, Ares!” My thighs are shaking violently, yet my legs are still pulling him closer.

He groans and takes my clit between his lips and sucks on it. He curls his tongue exactly right, and I break apart again, screaming, clenching, and soaking his mouth. It feels like he’s programmed me to come undone for him whenever he wants.

And still, he doesn’t stop. He licks me through it, like he’s milking my guilt from between my legs.

My voice is gone, and so is my mind. My body isn’t mine anymore; it’s his. Every nerve ending belongs to him.

“Please,” I beg, writhing with my legs still locked around his strong neck. He looks up at me, his black hair falling over light blue eyes, mouth raw and glistening with my arousal, heavy brows giving him an even more menacing look. He looks like a dark god brought to his knees.

“One more,” he says, kissing the inside of my thigh.

I’m limp, breathing like I just ran from death and didn’t make it out alive.

My throat is raw from moaning, my vision’s blurred, and my body is wrecked.

“You’ve got one more in you.”

I shake my head, yet the pleasure coils inside me again, my body insatiable when it comes to him.

My hands are useless, still pinned to my sides.

“You’re taking it so well,” he praises, spreading me open again. “Is this the only thing I’m good for, Irene? Giving you orgasms, giving you the broken piece of myself, and getting nothing but distrust back? Is this my only place in your life?”

There’s pain in his voice—sharp, unguarded—but there’s devotion, too. And he’s still here. Still looking at me like I’m something he’d set fire to the world for. I want to sit up, wrap my arms around him, and pull him against me. I want to tell him how all these things aren’t true, but my body is so spent, the only thing I can do is surrender to his pleasure punishment.

He lines himself up, strokes the head of his cock through the mess he’s made of me—slick, swollen, pulsing—and I shudder at the contact alone.

Then he pushes in, burying himself inside me. I watch the thick length of him stretch me again, feeling my body tighten around every inch. I watch the way I take him—completely—and it’s the filthiest, most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

He grabs my hips and starts moving—long, possessive thrusts that grow rougher by the second.

Then his hands slide up, bracing both sides of my head, arms locking around me as he drives deeper.

Each thrust is a vow. A confession. Raw and wrecking.

I cry out, my body convulsing around him again. My orgasm hits, blinding and violent, my vision going white as I splinter. He keeps moving, dragging every ounce of pleasure from my overstimulated body.

I’m clinging to him, still moaning, still riding the high of everything—his truth, my lies, the punishment, the forgiveness I know he’s giving me with every thrust.

He groans low and guttural, then yanks out at the last second. A thick, hot rush coats my belly, my thighs—his release spilling out of him as he collapses over me, still bracing his weight.

We’re both panting and shaking. I turn my head and find his eyes—wild and worshiping. He kisses me, and I melt into it.

He pulls back, lips brushing my ear.

I’m sticky with him, aching in places I didn’t know could ache. And still…I feel safe. Here. In his arms. In this place, that’s not mine, but somehow, feels like home.

“I wanted to tell you…” My eyes flutter open, my voice barely a breath.

His lips press to mine again. He tastes like mint, whiskey, and the ghost of me still lingering on his tongue. His thumb drags along my cheek.

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