Page 19 of Wickedly Played
Max’s powerful hips do roll a little into the apex of my thighs. I let out a powerful moan at feeling him between my legs.His lips kiss a fiery path down my neck before nipping at my collarbone. “I want to make you feel good,” he murmurs again.
“Yes,” I moan a lot louder than I intended to.
It has been so long since a man has made me feel this weightless. Max’s power over me should make me afraid, but it is the biggest turn-on. I lift my hips off the bed to seek out more friction. My tiny little underwear and tank top are no match for him as he rips them from my body.
“I’ve missed you,” he whispers. “I must taste you.”
My body is singing with arousal when his tongue and lips trail down my body. His lips suck in the turgid peaks of my nipples, causing my body to buck against his hips. He kisses, sucks, licks, and nibbles down my breasts and stomach until he gets to my pussy.
“You smell better than I remember.” Max’s tongue lashes between the seam until it hits my clit. I bow my back out to get closer and to push him away.
My arousal is loud in my ears, making it hard for me to process what he is saying. If I hadn’t been so far gone, I might have picked up on what he was saying.
Hindsight is 20/20. It might have saved me the embarrassment in the end if I hadn’t been thinking with my pussy.
His tongue flicks my clit a couple of times. With each flick, I’m moaning his name. “Max, please! That feels so good,” I groan. My thighs are hugging his head to pull him in closer to me. “I’m going to come!” I beg.
“You taste so sweet, baby. I could die down here,” he swears. “Fuck me.”
“Please don’t stop!” I cry.
His lips suck my clit into his mouth in a rough manner, and I detonate all around him. I’m thrashing on the bed as the orgasm is ripped from my body. “Yes! Yes!”
I feel the exact moment when he’s pulling down his briefs to free himself from the confines. He’s as hard as steel but velvety smooth against my leg once he’s free. My breathing has begun to slow a bit as I return to planet Earth. There's a voice inside my head that tells me to slow down.
Fuck it. If he wants to have sex, I’m here for it.
I hear the drawer open next to the bed, and then a metallic sound clicks over. I jump when the cold metal touches my head. The sharp tip nicks my neck, causing me to scream out. I feel the blade pierce me a little deeper, unlocking a hidden fantasy I didn’t know I had.
“Baby, I can’t wait to sink inside of you,” Max says with gritted teeth. The knife slithers down my throat before it brushes over my hardening nipples. “You remember how much I love to have you at my mercy. You’re still my good girl.”
“Please,” I beg. “Please. I want to come on your dick,” I whisper in the air. The blade bites into my turgid nipple. “Oh god!” I scream loudly. I feel the blade piercing me, and the smell of blood floods through the air.
Max is trailing his mouth up my legs, over my mound, to my belly button, and then I feel his erection right where I want it to be.
“Condom?” I murmur. I’m not that far gone to remember not to wear protection.
“We’ve never worn condoms before,” he growls. The blade slips down, cutting a superficial cut into my skin.
My mind begins to clear.Before?We’ve never been together like this before.
I wish I had a chance to come down from my orgasmic high. It would have been a lot better than what happened next.
The alarm to the front door is sounding through the home. The connection has been severed as Max yanks his body off of me and looks down at me like I’m an intruder.
He looks down at the red rivulets on my creamy skin. I see him licking his lips, following the path from the cut.
“Why are you in my bed?” Max’s voice demands.
I’m mortified. Jumping out of his bed, I run into my room to grab clothes and run downstairs to see what happened. I don’t get to the last stair when I feel Max pull me behind him.
Even though I was in his bed, I have a feeling he was thinking I was someone else. My heart is hammering in my chest as the rejection clouds my mind. I fight the tears springing to my eyes when my eyes clock the note.
I’ve forgotten about the utterly embarrassing moment upstairs and the fact that my bodyguard stabbed me.
But I liked it.
He doesn’t want me. Why would he want me? I’m just a job to him.
