Page 62 of Seek Me Darling

Wrong thing to say. Or maybe the most deliciously right thing.

Because in the next breath, he's shoving his cock past my parted lips, filling my mouth in one smooth thrust. I moan around him, the taste of him exploding on my tongue–salt and musk and pure, molten sin.

"Fuck," he groans, the word punched out of him like I just cracked his composure in two.

Good. I want him just as unraveled as I am.

I hollow my cheeks and suck hard, lips stretching obscenely around his girth. He curses again, low and guttural, his hips rocking forward to push himself deeper. The piercings drag along the inside of my mouth and I shiver, the foreign sensation stoking the flames burning me alive.

I bob my head, taking him as deep as I can, reveling in every choked moan and bitten off curse falling from his lips. He's so fucking vocal, each gravelly sound of pleasure sending bolts of liquid heat straight through me. I've never been with a man this responsive and it's intoxicating, knowing I can tear these noises from his throat.

I hum, a vicious little vibration around him, and he jerks.

The sound he makes is fucking obscene—raw, broken, like he’s unraveling from the inside out. The noises coming out of him—God, they shouldn’t turn me on as much as they do.But I want to hear them again. I want to hear what other sounds I can drag out of him. I want to undo him with nothing but my mouth and spite.

I grip the backs of his thighs harder, digging my nails in again just to hear that strangled, guttural noise he makes. It’s primal. Wild. Unfiltered.

And then he snaps.

His control shatters.

One second I’m kneeling, the next I’m airborne—lifted effortlessly andthrownonto the bed like a ragdoll. I land hard on my back with a gasp, limbs splayed, hair wild across the pillows. And before I can blink, he’sonme, wrists seized, arms pinned above my head with bruising strength.

"I knew it," I snarl. "You were just fucking with me again. You never planned to—"

“I’m not doing this to tease you,” he growls, one hand already reaching for the restraints at the bedposts. “I’m tying you up because I don’t trust your hands not to do somethingstupidwhile I fuck you.”

My mouth opens to protest, but he’s already binding my wrists. Not roughly. Not violently. But withfinality.

And then he pulls back to look at me.

Whatever he sees in my face makes him pause. His gloved hand lifts and brushes my hair back from my forehead like I’m something precious. His voice drops to a velvet snarl.

“You think you can push me into losing control? I’m not some itch you scratch and walk away from and go back to pretending you hate us. This was never going to be a quick fuck, Seanna.”

He leans in closer, the heat of him sinking into my bones.

“Icando quick and hard. I fucking love quick and hard,” he breathes against my neck. “But not right now. Not with you. Not for your first time withme.”

He shifts back, dragging his gloved hands down to my thighs, parting them gently.

“I want you tofeeleverything. I want you torememberwhat it’s like to be ruined by me.”

I writhe under him, every muscle trembling with unbearable anticipation.

"And you will remember it," he continues, sliding his fingers against the soaked heat between my thighs. "Every inch. Every second. Because after this, you'll never be able to come without thinking of me."

I choke on a moan as two gloved fingers slide inside me—deep, smooth, perfect.

"You’re soaked," he breathes. "You’ve been dripping since the moment you saw my cock. Admit it."

"Go to hell," I gasp, clenching down as he curls those fingers.

"Already there, darling," he growls. "And I’m taking you with me."

Then he pulls his fingers out and replaces them with the heavy, hot head of his cock. He rubs the tip against my entrance, slow and cruel, teasing me with the thickness of him, with the piercings that make me shudder every time they graze my clit.

"Tell me to stop," he says again. Quieter now. More dangerous.

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