Page 38 of Corrupt: XXX Vadim 2
I relish in his groans and the reverent way he strokes my hair even while on the verge of pleasure. I’m so drugged on the moment, that I’m tempted to break my one last rule. Drawing back from him, I breathe against the pulsating head of his cock, watching his piercing jump.
“I could stay…”
Mayday. Too far!I look up in horrified anticipation of how he’ll react. Gloriously. Like I said, the most beautiful, magical words in existence. Eyes glowing, he fists his fingers through my hair, guiding me up so that our lips meet.
“Again,” he commands against my mouth in a tone radiating authority. “Tell me I can have you.”
Too dangerous. Too…wrong. Right? We barely know each other. A few short weeks can’t be enough time to breach such a raw, intimate boundary.
Not even if he’s begging and desperate, his hollow eyes open, craving affection no matter how small. In this moment, I can’t deny him. Not of a lie. Not anything.
“I’ll stay,” I whisper, brushing my lips over his once. The phrases he demanded I repeat while manacled on the bed return to the forefront of my mind, ample fodder to feed his pleasure. “You can have me. I desire you. You deserve—”
He shifts, trapping me beneath him, and I surrender to his thrusts as he slams inside me, moving in a brutal rhythm. The entire time, I continue to speak to him, my voice rasping, my thoughts scattering.
