Page 24 of Twisted Lies 3
My breath stopped at the intense hunger in his eyes as he stroked a finger down my cheek, trailing to my bottom lip. I jerked at the contact.
“Don’t move,” he ordered. “I will give you what you need, not what you want.”
He slid his hands to my jaw, and he tilted his head before settling his lips across my mouth. My breath caught. His grip on my jaw contracted. He slid his tongue between my teeth. His kiss was long, slow, and deep—the stamp of his possession. No one had ever kissed me like this.
Jesus, I’m so fucked.
He sucked my tongue into his mouth. My stomach contracted as a rush of heat flooded my entire body. My hands wrapped tightly around his lean waist. Lust curled deep into my damp, moist, needy place. Core was slowly crumbling my resolve to remain emotionally detached.
He pulled his lips away from mine but kept his hand firmly controlling my head. He smiled like the devil reincarnated. In one sinuous motion, he released his hold and tugged up the hem of my dress, clutching both of my ass cheeks.
I leaned up, my teeth grazing his throat, before I inched back ever so slightly. Releasing one hand from his waist, I grazed his face with the backs of my fingers, moving from his cheek to his full lips. As I caressed his chiseled mouth with my fingers, he opened his lips and licked my knuckle with just a quick flick of his warm tongue. A feeling of excitement fluttered like butterflies in the pit of my stomach. The sensation ratcheted up my emotions like a kid on a roller coaster.
He fastened his mouth on mine. My womanhood was drenched, with everything inside me shattering from his kiss. I desperately clutched his shoulders with my hand to anchor myself. My soft lips were on his hard ones. A stinging nip of his teeth made me open my mouth, and he plunged in, his tongue stroking mine.
There was no gentleness in Core. That trait should have sent me stampeding away, but instead, like a junkie, it heightened my insatiable need to submit to him. I dug my nails into his muscular shoulder as the searing need burned between my legs.
Nudging my legs apart, he moved between them. With his hands on my ass, he slid me closer until my sex rubbed across the aching bulge in his pants. Our kiss deepened. I rubbed against his hard-on with a slow and steady motion.
Dropping his hold on me, he said, “Sin, get on your knees.” His voice was deep and caressing, sliding across my skin like silk.
My stomach rolled with anxiousness as I leaped into the pits of scorching hell and slid to my knees. With trembling fingers, I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants.
Sweet Jesus, no underwear.
He stared at me with his penetrating gaze. “Release my cock.”
I shivered as I touched his hardness. He was long and beautifully thick. When he was all out, I stroked him gently.
“Damn,” I whispered.
He was the epitome of fucking masculine perfection. His engorged, thick manhood stretched taut, almost past his navel. The thick, round crown glistened with a small drop of moisture. His balls were tight with arousal.
My cunt tingled, and my peaks puckered as I craved the salty taste of him. Aggressively, I grabbed his manhood with both hands, feeling the hardness swell. Massaging the smooth, hot column of flesh between my fingers, I leaned forward to take the swollen head into my greedy mouth when he grasped my hair, snatching my head back.
Our eyes locked.
“Ask for permission.” He kept his voice low and soft but left no room for doubt that he’d issued an order.
My jaw dropped. “What?”
“You heard me.”
I tried to get away from his grasp, but his fingers tightened.
“Ask politely, Sin.” His voice was more of a drawl with a definite hint of seduction at the end.
I raised my chin in a gesture of defiance. “No.”
“Sin, let’s not play games.” His voice was deep and held just a tinge of irritation. “Beg for it. Out loud. I want your utter surrender.”
I pasted a smile on my face and delivered my next line in a saccharine-sweet tone, “No matter how spectacular your cock is”—and it was—“that shit is not happening.”
His mouth compressed into a hard line. “We’ll go no further if you don’t trust me to give you what you need.” His eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared.
My body shivered at his words.Can he really give me what I’ve been too jaded to believe existed?A man who understood my needs behind closed doors and would satisfy all the dark cravings I’d kept buried. Deep down, I knew he was that man, but I couldn’t quite push past the fear of surrendering to him.
“I can’t,” I whispered.
