Page 73 of Final Installment
I want him to touch me.
I want him to kiss me.
I want him to do to me what he was doing to that dancer.
I shut my eyes and tried to ignore the lust burning through me.I couldn’t give in to my desire.I just couldn’t.
“Elona.”His hand reached across the empty space under the blanket covering us before it touched me.His hot palm settled across my hip.
“Luka, what are you—?”
“Let me,” he said, his voice husky with something I didn’t want to name.
I gulped and gripped the blanket even tighter.“Let you what?”
“Earn your forgiveness.”
I gasped at his words.How many times had I imagined this?Fantasized about putting him in his place, making him apologize and serve me?
His hand moved along my hip toward my navel.I couldn’t speak.My breaths were coming in shuddery pants, and I couldn’t make a single word form on my tongue.
“Let me,” he pleaded again, his mouth right against my ear as he molded himself to my back.
I stopped fighting it.I stopped fighting myself and my wants.I let him embrace me, slipping one powerful arm underneath me.His hand caressed my breasts through the thin fabric of the cheap T-shirt.He made a desperate sound as he held the full weight of my right breast in his palm.“I’ve been thinking about this since the kitchen at your mother’s house.”
“What?”I squeaked in shock.
“I’ve been fucked up over you since I saw you bending over in front of that oven,” he confessed, his voice heavy with emotion.“That night I went out in Houston and got drunk and slept with those women I was thinking about you.I called them by your name.”
I sucked in an appalled breath.“Is that supposed to be a compliment?”
“Isn’t it?”He nipped at my ear lobe and then pressed soft kisses to my neck.“I had to get drunk and high and fuck two women to get you out of my mind.And it only worked temporarily.”
My clit throbbed.It actually fucking throbbed.Betrayed by my body, I shook my head and insisted, “That’s wrong, Luka.It’s so wrong.”
“Maybe that’s why this feels so right between us.”He licked a slow stripe along my neck to my jaw.He kissed my cheek as his hand dipped under my shirt to touch my skin.“I don’t think it’s hate that has us acting like this.”
He was right, and I loathed him for it.I was going to tell him how awful he was, but my voice arrested in my throat when he brushed his fingertips over my hard nipple.I tried to escape his touch, but the only place I could move without falling off the bed was back and right into his body.
He growled and then tugged on me, forcing me onto my back.“Take this off.”
I was helpless against his command.He jerked the shirt up, covering my face with the fabric.I lifted my shoulders and arms, letting him yank the whole thing free.My ample breasts escaped the prison holding them at bay.They weren’t perky or firm, but he didn’t seem to care.
In fact, he seemed to love them.He grabbed my tits in both hands, my flesh spilling over his fingers, and then buried his face in my chest.I gasped as the wild action.He groaned and started lavishing my breasts with kisses.He squeezed them in a way that had me crying out and aching down between my legs.
My hands flew to his head, grasping at his hair as he kissed one nipple and then the other.He swirled his tongue over my pebbled flesh, suckling and teething until my nipples were swollen and sensitive.“Luka!”
“The next time I get you into my bed, I’ll have you on your knees while I fuck between these,” he promised in the dirtiest, nastiest way.“Imagine my cock right here, squeezed between your tits.You’ll stick your tongue out and let me rub the head of my dick against your mouth.”
I cried out at the wicked image he painted.I wanted it.I wanted him to use my body, to enjoy it.
“But I’ll make sure I earn that right,” he vowed before kissing my breasts one last time.When he lifted away from me, I felt suddenly cold and exposed.He reached across me, his fingers fumbling on the wall until they found the light switch.
A harsh, cheap light illuminated the room, and I shielded my eyes with the back of my hand.“Luka, what are you doing?”
“I want to see you.”He threw back the covers and grabbed the waistband of the shorts I wore.“I want to see you when I eat you.”
“Oh, my god.”I could hardly breathe as he moved down my body, jerking at the shorts and peeling them off of me.He threw them over his shoulder and made quick work of taking off his boxers.I lifted my head to get a better look at him—and it was even hotter than in my fantasies.
