Page 12 of Sweet Deception
In the end, I don’t say anything. Instead, my world narrows to the almost painful tension growing once more below my navel. I swear my temperature spikes, dizzying my mind as he withdraws and slams back into me at an increased pace.
It’s terrible how quickly he’s stoking my pleasure. How need devours me, like my body’s been craving this for a long time.
Darren licks the back of my neck and drills me faster. The tension inside me coils tighter, and I’m close to seeing stars when his cock skates out of me and glides between my thighs instead.
A seismic shudder rips through me.
Darren and I both pant as our sweat-slicked bodies meld together in an unbelievably erotic way. I could pass out right now, and neither of us has even orgasmed yet.
Without warning, his muscled arms loop around my waist and lift me up from behind. I don’t even react with surprise or struggle. That’s how far gone I am. He hoists me up and carries me back into his palatial suite.
I feel fragile wrapped in his arms. In fact, if he dropped me on the floor, I’m pretty sure I’d shatter.
Darren walks us into the bedroom and proceeds to toss me onto the California king bed. I hit the mattress face down and just wait. I know he’s not through with me yet, but I’m too terrified and embarrassed to look at him.
“Come here.” At his dark, demanding tone, I melt like metal in a forge. “Give me that ass.”
Face burning, my body obeys him.
Child’s Pose it is.
Never thought all my yoga would come into play at a time like this.
His husky laugh sounds equal parts menacing, devious, and sexy as he digs his fingers into my hips and nudges the head of his cock against my slick heat.
“What do you say?” His gravelly voice is bitter and sensuous, like dark chocolate.
Heart racing, I mumble a defeated “please” into the sheets.
“Good girl.” Darren slams his cock inside me once more, and this time, the way he does me can only be described asdomination. I groan into the duvet so many times, there’s probably a wet spot beneath my mouth from drool.
No emotions enter into this mind-blowing sex we’re experiencing…not unless unbridled passion and freedom count.
Darren continues with the dirty talk. The way that deep voice of his arouses me should be illegal. Something about the fact that we’re strangers helps relax my pinging nerves. Even if I’m ashamed by how much I’m enjoying this or how badly I want him, I still don’t care what he thinks.
It’s the perfect way to lose myself after a stressful two weeks. Stroke by stroke, his merciless thrusts are eliminating any future guilt I might experience when I steal his phone after he’s done with me.
He’s taken something from me, and I’m going to take something from him.
We’ll be even.
Darren definitely knows what he’s doing by giving and taking all at once. My body moves with his instinctively, as if we’ve been lovers for years.
“You’re just a money-hungry, man-trapping slut, aren’t you?”
My lower belly clenches. “Yes.”
It’s crazy. I don’t understand why I’m getting off on all his name-calling and provocations. Maybe it’s because if I’m just some nameless slut to him, then I can be someone else for a while.
I don’t have to be the girl with the dead family, or the ballerina who can’t dance anymore, or the justice-seeking vigilante who’s in way over her head.
Instead, I relax into the idea that I’m just some random woman this attractive, horrible man shares his glorious cock with. What’s so bad about that?
Darren drives into me so deeply, my vision splotches, like he just hit some kind of internal reset button. I scream so loud, I’m certain the hotel staff’s going to knock on the door to this suite any second. But that’s what he does to me.
“Bozhe moy,” I moan into these thousand-dollar bedsheets. I’m at the end of my rope, but Darren keeps ramming into me, and it isn’t long before I convulse, harder than I ever have before, blacking out entirely as the pleasure rips me apart from the inside out.
My body shakes around his rod, thoughts shattering to dust in the dark, expansive space of my mid-orgasm mind. My hips buck and quake, and that’s the last thing I remember before sliding right over the edge of consciousness.
