Page 53 of Tide of Treason
She growled softly, promising blood if I stopped.
My hands slid down, cupped her ribcage, and then I lifted both tits and let them fall, watching them jiggle, mesmerised like a sick fuck.
“Work of art,” I bit off, rough with the admiration burning me alive.
Her sound of impatience vibrated against my scalp. “Stop staring and put your mouth on me.”
A dark chuckle slipped out. Fuck, I loved her filthy mouth. Couldn’t stop touching. Sucking. Slapping them together to watch them fall. I grabbed one, squeezed, rolled the nipple between my thumb and forefinger before leaning in to seal my mouth around that taut bud, and released it with a wetpop.
Kayla’s grip tightened. “Harder.”
I obliged obediently.
Anything she wanted. Everything she wanted.
“Just like that, Lucius,” she whispered, pleasure breaking her words into pieces. “Just like that.”
There were things I’d never hear the same way again. The way she said my name was easily at the top of that list.
Restless hands scratched down my shoulders, branding fire along muscle. Eyes flickering closed, I growled deep. I rubbed my cheek against her cleavage while I unbuckled my belt, dick already thick and aching in my hand. A hiss left my lips as I squeezed. Precum leaked against my knuckles. I gave myself two slow pulls.
Her hand covered mine. “Stop.”
I stilled, frustrated. She took a full minute to work her tongue around the seam of my mouth in a soft, tyrannical kiss that stole my breath. I tasted iron and lipstick and the low hum of her obsession in the back of her throat. It sent a shiver through me, left a trail of goosebumps over my skin. I didn’t know it would be possible for so much heat to exist in a kiss, enough to leave me dazed and boneless, chasing her mouth when she pulled back.
Satisfied with my unraveling, Kayla slid her thong aside and positioned herself over my aching tip. She sank an inch, maybe two, before her thighs trembled, clenching around me so goddamn tight my vision blacked out at the edges.
My jaw clenched.
Heart hammered.
No one knew how low my body count was. Two womenbefore her, and I never corrected the assumptions, because it was easier to let the world think I fucked like I killed: often and without mercy. Truth was, I hadn’t wanted to. Not really. Especially when the first thing I learned about sex was that it could be weaponised, used to destroy a woman so thoroughly her screams never made it past the drywall. That shit didn’t make you eager for more.
But with Kayla breathing soft and sweet against my neck, pressing her forehead to mine as she slid down another inch, I felt that broken restraint shatter entirely. Primal hunger flooded my veins, demanding satisfaction.
I palmed her nape. Dragged my lips along the hinge of her jaw. “Messy little thing. That pussy’s leaking all over me. That’s how deep I am, and I’m not even halfway in.”
She moaned something unintelligible, then a strangled, “Sporco bastardo,” in that same tone.
Bracing one arm against the back of the couch, the other iron-clad around her waist, I gave up on patience and hauled her down the rest of the way. She dropped her head to my shoulder, body going rigid as I filled her to the goddamn brim. Every cell in me screamed for more, but I soothed her through the shock, hands stroking the flare of her hips, the arch of her back, kneading skin until I felt her start to melt again.
Moments later, her hips shifted experimentally, grinding her clit against my pelvis in mind-melting circles. Fuck, I was throbbing like I’d been edged for a decade. Her mouth latched back onto my throat, a tease of teeth along the tendons, hands in my hair. A feral impulse made me smack her ass. The sound cracked through the haze. My favorite kind ofpunctuation.
“You just gonna sit there all night?”
A throaty hum, followed by her tonguing the vein in my throat. “I like it here.”
I bit back a sound. “Yeah?”
“Mmhm.” She clenched around me, muscles bearing down, strangling my dick in the most fucked-up, perfect way. “Comfy.”
Comfy? The little witch. My teeth sank into my lower lip, pain grounding me, pulling me back from the brink. If she thought comfort was an option here, she clearly didn’t understand who the hell she was dealing with.
With two handfuls of her ass, I set a rhythm she had no choice but to follow.
Quiet gasps fractured into full, broken moans, and my head spun at the sound. Kayla tried to brace her hands on my shoulders to slow me down, earning another slap to the ass. Harder this time, making her jolt. Wetness dripped down my thighs, coated my cock, made a slick sound with every vicious thrust. I barely held back a groan at the feel of it—hot, tight, obscene. She was so damn messy, and I wanted her messier.
“You’re so big,” she breathed, voice trembling and beautifully ruined.
