Page 29 of The Death Dealer

Trevor delivered a stinging smack to her ass, immediately applying pressure and rubbing it to take away any pain. She understood, at that moment, that pain and pleasure were a double-edged sword. One could enhance the other.

“Don’t move, Dalli. You’re mine to do with as I please.”

Molten heat flowed through her, and she was so wet for him, she squirmed.

Using her desire for lubrication, he slid his fingers up her crack and back, teasing the opening of her ass. There was something about the will-he-won’t-he that drove her mad.

“I will,” he whispered into the shell of her ear, causing her body to quake. “But not this time.”

She shuddered, not with fear, but with anticipation there would be more nights like this.

The smile curling his mouth raised gooseflesh on her skin as he kissed her nape. Until that second, she hadn’t realized he had her by the hair, with her neck angled to expose her throat to his lips. He nipped her shoulder as he thrust into her vagina, causing her to instinctively flinch back into him as he shifted forward. He plunged to the hilt, and nothing had ever felt so good. Their joining was otherworldly, and the fullness of him inside her was like nothing she’d ever experienced. It was as if their bodies were made for each other. Made for hot, animal sex.

His other hand closed over her breast, and he toyed with her nipple, lightly pinching, making her moan. Never had such need consumed her. Stars were gathering behind her lids, and she feared passing out.

He stopped moving, and she cried out in her disappointment.

With a laugh, he kissed the center of her back and shifted her for missionary style.

“No, Dalli. I’m fucking you proper.”

“Yes, you are.”

His mouth closed over a nipple, and when his teeth clamped over the tip, he bit down. That tiniest bit of pain enhanced her pleasure tenfold, and she screamed his name as her body convulsed with her release.

His cum felt hot within the wall of her womb, and she used her legs to hold him in place as she ground her pelvis against his.

“Fuck, yes!” she moaned. “Oh, fuck, yes.”

When she came down, she found him watching her, something like awe in his eyes. With a simple snap of his fingers, she was free of her bonds.

Trevor brushed his lips over hers, then pulled back with a grin.

“I think after those screams, your reputation is in tatters, Dalli.”

“We’re sure to be discovered, milord,” she panted.

His soft chuckle washed over her. “I underestimated you, Soleil Stephens.”

“People usually do.”

“Mm. I expect they do.” His eyes missed nothing as they raked her face and naked body. “Yes, I expect they do.”

She blinked, and he was gone.

Heart pounding, Soleil woke up and eased into a sitting position. She was back in her room, and Trevor was nowhere to be found. Yet the feeling between her legs, the dampness and the sensation of great sex, stuck with her.

Turning on the light and drawing her nightgown down her chest, she gasped, shocked to see whisker burns. Frowning, she examined her wrists. The skin was red where the material had bound her.

“What the actual fuck?” she whispered to herself.

The connecting door burst open and slammed against the wall. Trevor was there, breathing hard and looking like an enraged bull. “Did you plan that?”

“What?”

“You know damned well what!”

He’d stormed halfway into her room before jerking to a halt. His focus locking on her exposed breasts.“Jesus H!”

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