Page 52 of Smoke the Enemy

I tighten my grip on her neck and lower my voice as I whisper in her ear. “Never defend me. Did I not corrupt that sweet virgin pussy? And Ilovedit. I’ve stalked and hunted you because I’ll never let you go.”

“If you’re so possessive, then why share me with your brother?”

An evil chuckle escapes me. I kiss the soft skin between her shoulder and neck. “Because…” my lips graze the skin on her ear. “It’s like getting to watch myself fucking you and it’s such a turn on.”

“What about when he has me and you’re not there?” she whispers as her body trembles beneath my touch.

“Are you trying to drive me insane right now? I’m barely maintaining any control. I’ve agreed to share you with Steffan, but I don’t have to hear about it.” I slowly drag the zipper of her dress down as my chest rises and falls. I want to rip the fucking thing off, but I need to go slow. Taylor is brave, but she hasn’t seen what a complete savage I can be.

She looks over her bare shoulder as she stands and allows the dress to pool at her feet. “You don’t want to know how Steffan tenderly kisses me between my thighs?”

My jaw clenches. “Careful, Little Mouse.”

She walks toward me in nothing but gold lace panties. Her full breasts hanging with perked nipples begging for my teeth. “He does, and I love it. But I love it more when I know you’re watching me.” I about double over when she cups me between my legs. “Don’t make empty threats to me.”

“What threat?” I grip her wrist that’s got my balls in a vise grip.

“That you’ll lose control.”

“That wasn’t empty.”

“I’m calling your bluff. Prove it. Or should we inv–”

I lift her body up and slam it on the massage table. I’m snarling as I rip the delicate lace off her. When I walk to the end of the massage table, I take each of her ankles and roughly jerk her down until her ass is about to fall off. She gasps when my tongue licks between her folds. Then for toying with me I take her clit between my teeth. I eat her out like a damn savage while my fingers dig into her flesh, holding her in place.

“Soren,” she cries.

When I feel her orgasm coating my chin, I raise up to unbutton my dress shirt. “You have no idea how much I love you, Little Mouse. And how dangerous that love is. I’m a man obsessed. Every single day I want you. I need to watch you always, because you belong to me, and I know with that comes life-threatening risks. You can’t even imagine the world you’ve entered — that my brother and I selfishly brought you into.”

I can read the shocked expression in her eyes before they cloud back over with lust, “I came willingly. You’ve never done anything I haven’t begged for.”

“Begged for?Mmmmm.” I close my eyes and roll my neck as my tongue wets my lips. She slides off the table and falls to her knees at my feet. “Are you going to beg for this cock?”

When she bats those long lashes at me while looking up with hungry eyes, I know I might not survive the night.

Taylor

Soren’s body is vibrating with need as I hold his throbbing cock in my hand. He says heclaimedme, yet my touch is what he craves and falls apart under. Iownhim. At one time I would’ve been terrified of someone like him. I would’ve ran away from him, but now I want to run to him and stay there. I love him too. His confession hits me hard. I can’t think, and now doesn’t feel like the right time to be in love when there is danger lurking in every corner.

“You can do anything you want to me, Soren. I’m yours as long you remember you’re mine.” With that, I take him into my mouth and keep going until my eyes water. Soren’s face contorts in a mixture of pleasure and pain, but then he looks down at me with eyes blazing and nostrils flaring. His thumb wipes a stray tear from my cheek, and I watch as he brings it to wrap his lips around it.

I fondle his balls as I take him deep and suck on the salty taste of him. His head falls back as I feel his muscles contracting. Suddenly he pulls out and bends over, panting. “Not yet,” his voice sounds raw. “Get on the table. Face down.”

I crawl up and do as he says. A candle flickers, catching my attention. I prop up on my elbows as I watch Soren walk around completely nude lighting candles. Then he takes his phone and connects it to a stereo. A haunting melody flows through the dimly lit room. His silhouette stands before the shelves with all the massage oils. After a minute, he returns to stand next to the table.

Warm droplets of liquid fall onto my back before I feel Soren’s strong hands rub it in. My skin tingles and my body cries out in pleasure. This room definitely worked out in my favor. Soren’s hands roam all over my body, kneading the muscles. I yelp in surprise when his breath blows on my clit, which is still really sensitive from earlier. He also blows along my back, which mixed with the oil sends all of my nerves tingling. I’m hyperaware of every touch.

“I’m not sure how much more I can stand,” I confess. “This feels… what kind of oil is that?”

“We have all night, and I plan to not waste a single minute.” He flips me over and then begins massaging my neck. His large hands move down to my breasts. After massaging the globes for a bit, he stops to lather his hands in a different oil. The scent has a spice to it. My nipples harden even more when he touches them. Using his thumb and finger, he slowly begins a rotating motion, alternating from clockwise to counter-clockwise. My body begins to squirm as he offers tender, feather-like touches to firm, almost painful, and a few times he tugs on them. Then my breast stings from a smack on the side. The skin is already so hyper-sensitive from the oil he massaged in that the firm contact has me about to buck off the table.

When Soren is satisfied with his work on my breast, he moves down to my waist. My abs contract and relax as I feel him traveling farther south. “I don’t know how much longer I can resist you. I may have to owe you another massage since this one is going to be cut short.”

He makes quick work of massaging my calves, feet, and arms before he flips me over again. Soren’s strong fingers dig into my ass. “This gorgeous ass.” My mouth drops open as I feel his finger ease between the ribbed skin. I clench around his invading finger, and he groans. “So tight and hot.” He curves his finger and massages the walls and I shiver. “That’s it. Come for me, Little Mouse.”

His dirty words combined with his skilled hands have me falling apart. When he pulls his finger out, he walks over to the sink to wash up. He brings a cold, damp cloth and begins running it along my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps. Soren seems at peace pampering me.

“Where’s Steffan?”

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