Page 125 of Their Reckless Thief
Anger, disbelief, and an intensity that made my fists clench swirled inside me. Every fiber of my being was taut with emotions I couldn’t comprehend. This woman. This maddening, infuriating woman who continually tore down my walls and planted herself in the wreckage without a second thought. She was breaking everything I’d spent years protecting, tearing apart every line I’d drawn to keep the world out.
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing, Celeste?” I said finally, my voice shaking. “What you’re doing to me?”
Her brow furrowed in confusion. “What…?”
“You’re breaking me,” I hissed. “Every damn time I think I’ve kept you out, drawn the line… there you are, doing something—something so selfless, something good. And you don’t even see it. I’m not supposed to care. I’m not supposed to feel like this.” I laughed, but it was hollow and bitter. “But you’re making it fucking impossible.”
Her eyes softened, something raw shimmering there. “Maybe you don’t have to keep pushing me away, Luca.”
“Yes, I do,” I ground out, my voice hoarse, desperate. “You think you want this? That you can handleme? I have nothing to offer you but pain, Celeste. Nothing.”
Her gaze never wavered, as though she could see every cracked, broken part of me. “Maybe I like pain.” Her words were soft but unyielding, a challenge that cut straight to the core.
I clenched my fists, fighting the urge to reach for her, to close the space between us, and let her see the parts of myself I’d buried for so long. But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. “Celeste, you need to stay away from me. If you knew who I really was…”
“Then show me, Luca.” She leaned closer, her fingers brushing mine through the bars, her touch both grounding and electric. “Show me the real you.”
Her words held a challenge that terrified me as much as it thrilled me. The real me?
I’d fucking show her the real me. “Get on your knees.”
She held onto the cell bars with both hands as she obediently slid down onto her knees, looking up at me with those fucking green eyes that made my breath hitch. “Now what?”
I gripped the edge of the cell, my heart hammering in my chest as I watched her. My cock, already hard from her words, strained against my pants. I unzipped them and pulled my cock out into the open air.
“Open your mouth,” I ordered.
She parted her lips, still looking up at me with that bold challenge in her eyes. I couldn’t resist anymore. I stepped forward and pressed my hips against the bars, grinding my aching flesh against the cold metal. Her breath hitched as she saw how much she affected me. “Take it,” I commanded, pushing my cock through the iron bars toward her.
The head of my dick brushed against her lips, and she didn’t pull away. With a shaky hand, she reached out to touch it tentatively. Her fingers grazed over the sensitive skin at the tip. A low moan escaped me as she traced small circles around it, teasing me mercilessly.
“Taste me,” I growled, offering one last chance for her to back out. But she didn’t budge. Instead, she leaned forward and tentatively closed her lips around me, taking me into her mouth in one slow slide.
The sensation was too much for me to handle. I groaned loudly as pleasure coursed through me like an electric shock. It felt so right having her there, so close yet so far away from truly claiming what I wanted to be mine. She sucked gently at first, then started bobbing her head up and down on my length with increasing vigor. My hands gripped the bars tightly as I watched this woman, who challenged me every step of the way, take control of my pleasure like no one else could have imagined doing within these walls of confinement.
The world around us seemed to fade away, leaving only the intoxicating dance of her mouth and the iron bars pressing against my hips. The soft whimpers that escaped her lips only fueled my desire. She licked at the sensitive skin beneath the head of my cock before taking me deeper into her mouth. With each passing moment, she grew bolder, sucking harder and moaning louder. Her eyes were closed now as if she was lost in the sensation of tasting me, savoring every drop of my essence.
Her fingers slid over the muscles of my abs before reaching up to grasp the bars above her head, holding onto them tightly as she let me fuck her mouth. Her nails dug slightly into her palms with each thrust of her tongue against me, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. I groaned loudly, biting back a curse as she took me deeper still. Her warmth encircled me likea velvet glove, milking my cock with an expertise that left me panting for more.
The scent of fear mixed with desire wafted off Celeste in waves, an intoxicating aphrodisiac that made me lose myself even more. Every time our skin touched through the cold metal barrier, heat rippled through my body. My release threatened to break free under her skilled tongue and eager hands. My hips bucked involuntarily against the bars as I tried to get closer to her but couldn’t quite reach.
Celeste suddenly stopped and pulled away. The abrupt change of temperature on my cock made me shudder.
“Why the fuck did you stop?”
She stared up at me as she reached into the cell, sliding her hands up and down my stomach and chest. “I figured you might have further instructions for me.”
A deep, low growl escaped my throat. Of course I had more fucking instructions for her. “I want you to take me as deep as you can. Relax your throat because I’m about to fuck your face until I come. I want you to take it all. I want you to swallow down every drop. Do you understand?”
Celeste nodded, her lips curling into a naughty smirk. “I understand.”
She leaned forward and took my cock into her mouth again, this time sliding it deeper than before. Her throat worked around me as she gagged slightly, but she didn’t stop. She relaxed her throat muscles and started bobbing her head up and down on my shaft once more, sucking hard at the same time. The sensation was indescribable... The cool touch of iron and the contrast of her warm mouth sent tremors through every cell in my body.
Her tongue danced around the veins that ran along my shaft, flicking them teasingly. “Fuck, Celeste!”
She groaned, the sound vibrating against my cock as she took me deeper still, almost choking herself on me. Her plump lips stretched to accommodate every inch of me, and I could feel myself getting closer to the edge with each passing moment.
She sucked and flicked her tongue like she was trying to draw out every last drop of desire from me. My hips pumped in time with the movement of her mouth, unable to control myself as I sought out more contact with her body. It was like a live wire connected us despite the metal bars.
