Page 58 of Devious Corruption
“Shut up, Maxine.” He wraps his hand around the back of my neck and his mouth crashes down over mine.
She tastes like spiced honey. It fits her.
There’s more heat in this woman than I’ve ever seen before. One moment she’s soft and pliable, able to carry on a civil conversation, and the next she’s all firecrackers and nuclear bombs.
I’m not sure which version makes my cock harder.
I move my mouth from hers, kissing her cheek, then her neck. I lightly brush my lips across the bandage before pressing another kiss to her throat.
She makes a sound, a cross of desire and frustration. This woman contradicts even herself.
Trailing my mouth across her throat, I move furtherdown. Nudging the collar of her sweatshirt out of my way, I press a kiss to the crook of her neck.
She rolls her head back, giving me more access, but I can sense her tension. Her shoulders are tight, and her feet are back to wiggling.
The woman has so many tells, it’s amazing she’s been able to get this far in life without being completely taken advantage of.
“Don’t be nervous.” I whisper against her skin.
“I’m not.” But she swallows so hard, I can hear her muscles working. “But you shouldn’t do this.”
Not ‘I don’t want you to do this,’ but ‘you shouldn’t.’
Pressing my palms into the counters edge on either side of her, I have her caged. Exactly where I want her. Bringing my eyes level with hers, I stare at her. The longer I let the silence stretch, the harder she bites the inside of her cheek.
“You want me to kiss you.”
“I didn’t say that.” She tries to flick her gaze away from me, but I’m having none of that.
Grabbing her face, I turn her back to me. “You do. You don’t like that you do, but you want me to kiss you.”
“You’re delusional as well as bossy and arrogant.” She tries to pull away from me, but I’m not letting go that easily.
“So you don’t want me to kiss you?” I lean in closer, taking away any safety she may have felt with space between us.
Trailing the tip of my nosealong her jaw, I find my way to her ear. I nip at her earlobe, at the soft spot of her throat right below it.
She releases a soft breath. A release, I think.
“Tell me, Max. Tell me you don’t want me to kiss you, to touch you, to make you feel good.” I take her earlobe between my teeth. “But if you lie, I will bend you over the counter and spank you until your ass glows red.”
A little whimper.
The tiniest little sound, but it’s there.
“You like the idea of that, too.” I lean into her neck, smiling at this new discovery.
She’d gotten so wet after I’d spanked her earlier, but a physical reaction like that isn’t uncommon. Even if she didn’t enjoy it, her reaction was there. The way her body softens, the way her pupils expand, and the little whisper of a confession—they tell me everything.
“You like the idea of not being in charge, of someone else carrying the weight of the world.” I kiss her cheek. “If only for a little while. You want to bend.”
“No,” she says, but I ignore it. Because it’s a lie.
I inhale her, the sweet scent of her. I want to sink my teeth into her sweetness.
“You do.” I bite her.
She gasps, rolls her head further back. She loves this.
