Page 46 of Devil's Bride

When I reached for her legs, she didn’t give me the opportunity. She lifted them on her own, arching her back at the same time. She looked like a vision, a goddess in heat. Even her painted toes were pointed, her skin shimmering in the light. I wanted to take a picture to keep with me at all times.

Instead, I’d have the real thing night after night if I so chose.

I wrapped my hand around the base of my cock, rubbing the tip up and down her slickened pussy. She pressed her palms against the desk, lifting her body by several additional inches. If she felt discomfort, she certainly didn’t act that way. Now her entire facewas on fire, her swollen lips pursed as I pushed the tip of my cock just inside.

When I hesitated, she laughed. “What are you waiting for? Permission?”

“You should know better already than to challenge me. Since when do I ever need permission to do anything I want?” I thrust the entire length inside and she threw her head back. Her whimpers were bolder than before, more audible and the sound had a push-pull effect on the sadistic side of me.

I pulled out, waiting for a few seconds before plunging into her again. Every woman was different, but as her muscles stretched to accommodate my width, she purposely clamped them like a tight vise. She was still toying with me, acting as if she had more control.

Just being able to dig my nails into her luscious skin was invigorating. My pulse was high, the rush of adrenaline keeping me on a jagged edge. I rolled onto the balls of my feet, driving harder and faster. The sweet music of skin being pounded against skin was irresistible.

Genevieve lolled her head to the side, panting as her chest rose and fell. I was brutal with her, enjoying the way her body responded as I fucked her. There were dancing prickles on her skin, every muscle as tense as mine had become.

She didn’t expect my actions when I dropped over her, once again crushing her body with mine. I jerked her arms over her head, intertwining our fingers. Now we rocked together. Even our labored breathing was in unison.

There were no words said, no admittance of anything, just brutal, raw fucking. As I pounded into her, I sensed another moment of rapture was sliding into her system.

“Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.” She pursed her lips shut as the wave swept over her. I couldn’t help but pull back, studying her beautiful face. She was truly exquisite.

My body was reacting to hers, the need intensifying. As soon as she crested the swell, I sensed there would be no way I could stop even if I wanted to.

A single bead of sweat dripped off my face and as I erupted deep inside her tight pussy, her tongue captured the bead. The action was almost too simple. Too sweet.

And way too tempting.

For now, she was my guest, but soon she’d be my prisoner in both business and in pleasure.

There could be nothing else.

CHAPTER 14

Genevieve

As I slipped up from a strange dream, the warmth of being under soft covers tried to drag me back into a deep slumber. Yet something told me to open my eyes. As soon as I did, I was mortified to see that the sun was shining in through very thinly cracked blinds.

A feeling of horror swept through me and I jerked up, blinking a few times, but it was difficult to focus. The covers slipped down and I realized from a single shiver my breasts were exposed. I grabbed at the sheets before hearing slow and steady breathing. I turned my head and cringed. The dream hadn’t been strange. It had been twisted. Sick.

Maybe somewhere deep in my psyche as I slept I hadn’t given myself to a monster. No, it wasn’t about giving or taking. What I’d shared with the bastard had been partially about dancing around a game of chess and…

And the other part was too disgusting to think about.

We’d been so drawn to each other that we’d caved under our bodies’ betrayal. That wasn’t entirely true either. Jago would probably fuck any woman who offered themselves to him and I was certain he had. But me? What was my excuse? Trauma? Fear? A horrible week? What?

I’d never forgive myself.

I glanced around the room, taking in the plush and richly colored atmosphere. This was definitely his bedroom with dark wood tones on a huge king-sized bed, the black comforter matching the accent colors in the pictures on the walls. The artwork was evocative, far too seductive to be studying while waking up next to the enemy.

My eyes fell to the weapon on the nightstand on his side of the bed. For a few fleeting seconds, I thought about taking it and trying to sneak out of the house. Then another brutal dose of reality sank in. I wouldn’t get down the driveway before I was captured and brought back. Seeing the gun was the reminder I needed that what had happened the night before hadn’t been smart.

Gah. What had I been thinking?

The scent of the man lingered everywhere, staining my skin. I pulled strands of hair to my nose and grimaced.

A bottle of wine was still on the table next to the huge leather chair, only a small amount remaining in the bottom while the two crystal stems were stained with red. We’d consumed an entire bottle of wine.

There’d been so much tension between us, so many sparks and I’d done my best to ignore them. I’d failed. Furious, I droppedmy head into my hand, shifting across the soft sheet. The instant wash of discomfort reminded me of the harsh punishment.

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