Page 19 of Deviant

“No, you’re not.” Withdrawing his fingers, he stood and entered the tub with a splash, and my heartbeat took off in a gallop as he straddled my chest, his muscled thighs surrounding my shoulders. He lifted long enough to reach behind him and grab my thigh, tugging me down a couple of inches until water enclosed me up to my ears.

“Rafe!” Panic seized my voice, and I gazed up at him with tears in my eyes as I kicked against the other end of the tub to no avail. His weight on my chest kept me from gaining an inch of leverage.

He brought his index finger to my lips. “What did I say about this mouth?”

I clamped my lips shut for several seconds, until the need for air burned my lungs, and I opened wide, greedy for air.

And that’s when he pushed his cock into my mouth, his warm, smooth shaft heavy on my tongue.

“Blink three times when you need air.”

Each beat of my heart counted the seconds. Our eyes locked and held. He didn’t move, and Icouldn’tmove.

I couldn’t even breathe.

The need for air became too great. I blinked frantically, prompting him to pull out.

“Forty seconds at a time, babe. You ready?”

“No.” I swallowed hard, pleading with a desperate glance. “Don’t pull me under. Rafe, I’m begging you.”

“You know what begging does to me.” He positioned the head of his cock at my lips. “Take a deep breath.”

I did, gulping in air as if it were my last breath, and he shoved inside. As I fastened my lips around his erection, he grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me under.

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Feet thrashing. Water sloshing. The force of thrusting hips. The suction of gorgeous lips wrapped around flesh-covered steel.

Fuck, how could something so wrong feel so good?

A groan rumbled from my throat, and I almost didn’t recognize the sound of my voice. It was a primal sound, a raw and savage consequence of the sexually depraved act I’d forced upon Alex.

Instead of stopping me, it only spurred me on, and I became entranced by the way her lips moved up and down my shaft. Alex’s dark curls floated around her submerged face, eyes shuttered in anguish. I had her suspended in hell, her only reprieve the necessity for air.

Her only weapon against me the freedom of her tongue

Goddamn, her tongue drove me wild. Forcing her under water did things to me—things I didn’t want to analyze because doing this to her shouldn’t feel so fucking good, but it did.

Beyond good.

It was fucking rapturous.

If I could give her just one thing, it would be this feeling.

But this feeling was dangerous, an addiction I couldn’t fight. Dangerous didn’t begin to describe the game I played with Alex’s life every time I stole her breath. Using water to do it only added another layer to my twisted proclivities.

She whined around my cock, and I jerked her upward by the shoulders, withdrawing from her mouth after her face broke the surface. She gulped in lungfuls of air, interspersed with a couple of coughs. Water dripped from her hair, down her face, and when she opened her eyes, those jade orbs I adored so much were rimmed in red.

Unable to help myself, I leaned down and claimed her mouth, pushing my tongue against hers as our moans blended and echoed off the bathroom walls. Slowly breaking the kiss, I inched back and trailed kisses along her jawline.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” I whispered, still kissing her wet skin.

As the seconds passed, her breathing evened out. “I can’t do this,” she pleaded.

“You can.” I veered back and met her eyes. “I might be on my knees right now, but you’ve dragged me to them, Alex.” Not giving her a chance to protest again, I dick-slapped her cheek then shoved back into the hot, wet glove of her mouth and submerged her once more.

And we settled into a rhythm, forty seconds at a time.

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