Page 52 of Revelation (Love Isn't What It Seems 3)

“My filthy woman.” Her labored breathing matched mine, as she fucked my cock, deep and hard, taking us both over the cliff. I jerked her head back and swallowed her screams as we spiraled down. Pleasure unlike ever before shot up my spine, the hot bliss enveloping us both.

Minutes ticked and our breathing slowly evened. I have no fucking idea how this would ever be enough for one night. I wanted this for the rest of my life. Itwouldbe for the rest of my life if I had anything to say about it.

I went to reach for the tissues as my cock slipped out of her and she shifted like she was going to get off my lap.

“No, you stay on my lap,” I ordered. I cleaned her up with the tissues and discarded them along with my condom into the trash can. Then I pulled her closer and pushed my hands through her hair.

“Regrets?” I asked her. Fuck, I hoped she didn’t have any because I wanted more. But I would never force her. Fuck those millions, if she didn’t feel a fraction of what I felt, she can take the money and run.

Before I ended up totally hooked on this woman.

Chapter Seventeen

Layla

“No regrets.” The words barely left my lips. There were no regrets. That was the most intense, mind blowing orgasm I had ever experienced. In my entire life! My insides quivered and I wanted more. Jesus, I wanted to beg him for another round of it. But there was a pang of guilt when I thought of Maxim. I shouldn’t be thinking about him at all; he was out of my reach.

The car came to a stop in front of a luxury tall building in the heart of London. This neighborhood was one of the most expensive parts of the city. We both quickly fixed our clothing, and as I reached for my panties, he grinned wickedly.

“No, love,” he murmured, bringing them up to his nose again. My insides clenched, and I felt a trickle of arousal down my inner thigh.Who the fuck am I?“I’m keeping these.”

I always thought men sniffing panties were weirdos but when this man did it, it was incredibly hot. And it made me horny all over again. It should frighten me, make me question my sanity. Instead, it thrilled me.

“O-okay.” Damn it, I sounded shocked. Well, I was a bit shocked, but I didn’t want to sound like some kind of inexperienced virgin.

He tucked my panties into his pocket and right in time too because the limo door opened. I felt my cheeks heat up from embarrassment, guessing he probably heard us and knew what we did. I avoided his eyes as we stepped out of the limo, taking my stranger’s hand.

Then I realized, I had no idea what this man’s name was. I couldn’t refer to him all night as a stranger or my bidder.

“What should I call you?” I asked him as we waited for the elevator.

The elevator dinged and the door opened.

“Master.” His voice sent shivers down my spine. He wanted me to call himMaster. Oh my gosh, it felt so forbidden, weird… exciting.

His lip quirked at my question and my mouth just about dropped. I felt my eyes widen in shock.

“Seriously?” I wasn’t sure if he was mocking me or damn serious. Could I freaking call him that? I wasn’t the meek type, and he certainly wasn’t my master.No matter how good of an orgasm he gives me.

He chuckled. “What do you want to call me?”

I shrugged my shoulders.

“You have a name?” He watched me pensively as if debating whether it was wise to trade names. Probably not, but the likelihood of us crossing paths again was slim. It was probably smarter not to give him my real name, but I opted to stick to it. It wasn’t an unusual name so I felt it was safe enough and I’d still kept my anonymous identity. “My name is Layla. We can just stick to a first name basis.”

“Luke.” I turned my eyes to him. He watched me, hunger in his gaze, matching the one I felt.

We both stepped into the elevator. I felt like a nervous wreck, the atmosphere between us sizzled with tension and electricity. It was exhilarating, but I was so out of my element. I turned my head to look at him, to see if he was as affected as I was. Although his mask was doing a good job hiding his face, his eyes were an open book. They were dark with desire and promises. In the strangest way, his gaze reminded me of Maxim. It was the way Maxim gazed at me and a part of me twisted in guilt. I would never have Maxim Caldwell. He deserved so much better than me; I didn’t deserve a good man like him. It hurt to think about it, but I couldn’t deal with that right now. I pushed all the feelings deep down into a dark corner where they’d stay compartmentalized till I found a way to deal with them. It was getting crowded in that corner.

As if this man sensed I had headed down a dark road in my mind, he lunged at me, pushing me against the wall of the elevator. My breathing hitched, but my body wasn’t scared. Shockingly, my body pushed against his hard one, relishing in the sensation of us flushed together.

He pinned both of my hands in his viselike grip above my head and trapped me against the wall. His cologne invaded my lungs, his body hard against me. Instantly, my body responded. We just fucked in the limo, and I was ready for round two. Oh my gosh. My insides quivered and my lips parted.

His other hand grabbed my hair, yanking it down, bringing my face up to his. His mouth sought mine. His kiss was rough, consuming, and I moaned into his mouth, giving his tongue the opening he was looking for. His tongue explored my mouth, his moves expert, like he’d known me my whole life. My tongue joined his in a slow dance, stroking, tasting. His hard erection pressed against my belly.

The door opened on the last floor and he took my hand, pulling me out of the elevator directly into an open floor penthouse. But none of it mattered, as he devoured me.

His fingers were already working on stripping me naked. He undid all the straps in the back of my gown, without ever lifting his mouth off my skin. He let it slide off me, leaving me only in my heels.

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