Page 73 of Major Penalty

“What?” she asks, panting.

I turn her face to the ceiling, directly at the black security camera mounted above the kitchen.

Her breath catches like it’s been stolen from her. “Ares.” She closes her eyes and tries to twist my face away from my grip.

“Shhh.” I stroke my thumb across her cheek, gently. “Are you going to be a good girl and give the security cameras a show?”

She goes still, every muscle tensing. I can feel the conflict tearing through her.

Fear. Shame. Excitement. Desire.I can see it all in her honey-brown eyes as I lower myself and kiss the inside of her soft thigh. She smells like vanilla and the ocean breeze, and I have to summon all my self-control.

I kiss her again, closer to where she’s soaking for me, a tease that makes her gasp.

“You wanted to be reckless,” I whisper, tongue dragging along her skin. I can’t fucking wait to taste her. “Show the cameras how good I make you feel.” I press my mouth to her open, pink pussy.

“God, Ares. Yes,” she pants, her hand burying into my hair.

I give her a single lick, slow and filthy, just a taste of what’s coming—and Jesus, she’s addictive. The sound that comes out of her has my dick pressing painfully against my zipper. One hand flies to cover her mouth while the other fists my hair.

“No hiding,” I groan, pulling her hand away and pinning it against the counter.

Her eyes flick toward the camera again, and I don’t wait. I can’t wait anymore.

I hold her right leg open with one hand while the other parts her, spreading her wide for me. The sight of my tattooed fingers against her soft folds nearly takes me out. My hand belongs here. My cock belongs here. My mouth belongs between her thighs like it was made for this. And if she decides to end me right here, if she suffocates me in her, I’ll die a grateful man. When I glance up, she’s already watching me—flushed and wild-eyed, like she’s seconds from losing her mind. And then I bury my face between her legs.

Tongue, lips, fingers—I use all of them as she cry's out with the waves crashing into the cliff as backing vocals. She holds me by my hair, pulling me into her while I lap her up. I eat like I’m starving. Like I’m trying to erase every man who’s ever looked at her, every asshole in the locker room who would kill to be where I am right now. In my house, with my woman.

She bucks and moans, trying to get more of my tongue inside her while my fingers play with her clit. My hand flies out to grip her chin and tilt her face toward the camera again, and I feel her tighten around my tongue.

Look at the camera, little one. We’re going to watch this later.

I’m going to ruin her so thoroughly, so completely, that every fiber of her being knows who she belongs to.

Her taste coats my mouth—salty, delicious, and mine. She writhes beneath my grip, thighs trembling around my shoulders, her back arching on the counter. She’s trapped, pinned between the cold marble and my tongue and the weight of everything she doesn’t know I know.

I dig my fingers into her hips, holding her steady, making her take every second.

“Let them watch you fall apart on my tongue.” My voice is low and hoarse.

She gasps, high and breathless, as her head rolls to the side.

I take her clit between my lips and tug while curling my fingers inside her.

She makes a sound I feel in my chest—something between a sob and a moan.

I slide one hand up her stomach, over the soft cotton of the dress, and cup her breast, fingers splaying wide.

I release her clit and give it slow, soothing licks. I drag two fingers along her slickness, teasing, watching her jolt at the touch. Her body is so open for me, but what about her mind?

She thinks I still don’t know who she is. How long is she planning on lying to me? How long until she trusts me with not just her body? I want her trust, I want her honesty. And I’ll earn it, I’ll fuck it out of her if I have to.

I pull away and plant a kiss on the inside of her thigh. And this time, I can’t resist. I seal my mouth over the inside of her thigh and suck just hard enough to leave a mark. Her gasp turns into a whimper, her fingers tugging me closer, asking for more.

I curl my fingers inside her and start pumping in and out. She trembles, her breath catching on a sob.

My mouth leaves the tender mark on her thigh and finds its way back to her clit, swollen and begging for my attention. “You’re going to see me every time you close your eyes.” I flick my tongue once, slow and hot. “Every time you sit down.” Another stroke.Every time you lie to me and think I don’t know.

She cries out, her pussy tightening around my fingers. And I don’t stop. Not when her hands claw at my neck, hair, and arms. Not when her moans turn into half-sobs. Not when her thighs shake like she’s breaking open.

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