Page 24 of Not In Love

His gaze flickered between her eyes, sharp and unreadable, while a smile drifted over his kiss-swollen lips. “On all fours,” he bit out. “Now.”

Kash jerked and his thick length pulsed inside her. “What?”

Diego’s jaw flexed, something dark flashing in his eyes. “Since you’re determined that this should be transactional, I’ll have you the way I want. On all fours, with your plump ass raised up in the air, and your tits hanging. With this pretty, proud cunt lifted high for me.” He rolled his hips, followed by a rough thrust and she gasped. “You want no sweet talk, no mercy, no gentleness, Dr. Shah? Then brace yourself to be fucked into oblivion.”

Kash grimaced as she pulled herself off him. His cock, engorged and veiny, plopped to the right, hitting his upper thigh. Already, she missed his solid length deep inside her.

Utterly confident in his nakedness, Diego moved aside, making room for her.

She’d never had sex like this, not that her sex life had ever been exciting or experimental. Not even in her twenties. But this position had always struck her as more animalistic and dominating than a connection between two lovers and yet, her core tingled with excitement. Her pulse leaped everywhere, as if it didn’t know where to land.

It was that Diego wanted her like this, she realized with a feverish shiver claiming her. For him, for the care he showed her, for the oblivion he gave her, she would do anything. Her excitement was both mortifying and liberating.

Her muscles quaked and quivered as she went to her knees and hands. Cool, abraded palms stroked her upper back and down, before shifting her messy curls away from her face. “Who knew you could be so obedient under the right circumstances, Dr. Shah? Such a good girl, if only this cunt gets pounded, no?”

She heard the quiet rasp of his breath, felt him settle behind her, his hands sliding down her back, over her hips, but there was a tension there now, coiled tight beneath the surface. It wasn’t rough or careless. If anything, he handled her more carefully, his grip sure but restrained, as if trying to hold something back.

Those clever fingers stroked a line down her ass, not probing, until they landed over her folds.

Then he bent low, his lips brushing her shoulder, his voice like gravel against her ear. “I know it’s not praise that gets you off but fuck, Kash, do you know how gorgeous you look like this?” he murmured silkily. “Why do I have the feeling that you wouldn’t have submitted like this for anyone but me? That you wouldn’t surrender, with your cunt in the air, clenching on emptiness, for any other man but me?”

His words went straight to her already sensitized core, making it tingle afresh. “Diego,” Kash whispered, but it was more of a whine.

“Say yes, Kash. Admit that it is only me that ruins you like this.”

Shaking her head, she dug her teeth into the flesh of her arm, biting away the words that wanted to spill out.

“What a stubborn brat you are, Dr. Shah,” he said with a chuckle. Apparently, the man liked it when she held out. “Making me do the work of breaking you all over again.” Sheer pleasure danced in his words.

His palms moved down, cupping and kneading her hips, before his warm breath feathered over her ass cheek. And then came the dig of his teeth.

Kash jerked and squirmed, pushing her ass into his solid warmth as he bit down, hard. Stars, no, entire universes, exploded behind her eyes, the thread of pain chased by the keen pleasure of his thumb tracing her oversensitive clit in mindless circles.

“Diego...” Kash said, licking her lips. “Please...just take me. Fuck me. I need you inside.”

“You should see this pretty bruise on your ass, Kash.” Then he rubbed the edges of it in sure strokes while he flicked at her clit like it was a switch.

Pleasure pulsed and Kash moaned loud enough for the sound to rumble through the resort. “It is only you, okay? You have the damned keys to my cunt. Only you, Diego. Now please...”

“Keys to your cunt, huh? I should have known you wouldn’t mince your words.” A trail of kisses down her spine. “I still want to see you. I want you to know every moment I’m thrusting into you that it’s me who’s taking you mercilessly.” With tenderness that skewered her, he gently collected her hair and wrapped it around his fingers, tugging her head up. “Look up, Preciosa.”

Kash swallowed, forcing her eyes open, locking onto the mirror across the room—their bodies tangled together, his face flushed, jaw tight, eyes burning. She looked sweaty, tense, wrecked. In other words, gorgeous, alive, hungry.

“Look,” he whispered, one hand sliding up her stomach, splaying across her chest. “Look how you pant for me. How you pretzel yourself into anything I ask of you.”

Her breath hitched, muscles clenching involuntarily as he stroked through her folds with the fat head of his cock. Then he entered her in one smooth thrust.

Kash screamed as he filled her deeper like this. She felt submerged in him—his muscled warmth outside and his cock inside her. Every nerve on fire, she clenched and released him and did it again when he groaned.

“Fuck, you clench me like you never want to let go of me.” He moved slowly, deeply, one hand gripping her hip, the other sliding back down to stroke between her thighs again.

Her reflection blurred, her pulse pounding wildly. Sweat dripped into her eyes. And Kash knew he had not just broken her apart but remade her with his imprint all over her.

“You’re mine, Kash,” Diego gritted out, between short, shallow thrusts and deep, long strokes that nudged at her g-spot. “All mine. Any man you will let inside after this only gets my sloppy seconds.”

Her hands fisted the sheets, the words sliding under her skin, hot and devastating for how true they were.

And then he was pounding into her, hard, sweaty chest covering her back, pushing her torso into the bed. Stealing the breath right out of her.

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