Page 112 of Scandalous Games

I take a step back while fighting not to lower my gaze. “I-I’m naked.”

“And where were you supposed to wait, brat?” He invades my space.

I open my mouth to lie when our neighbor decides to take their make-out session up a notch. Dash’s lips tilt while I was hoping he didn’t hear.

“It’s your lucky night, kitten,” he rasps before arching one eyebrow. “Why are you inside?”

I shake my head at his illicit intention. “We’re not at the club. They’ll see us.”

“Then you’ll just have to be quiet.”

I squeal when he picks me up, leaving me no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist. Our skin connects, and my nipples rub against his hard pecs, the light chest hair causing friction, and I moan. My nails dig into his flexed forearm as he yanks my mouth to his, kissing away my protests until I melt in his embrace.

His hand grips the back of my neck tightly so I can’t pull away when I run out of air as he tastes my lips and every corner of my mouth with his tongue.

“You’re so goddamn sweet, my wifey,” he groans against my lips before diving in again. “I can’t decide if I love the taste of your kisses or your tight pussy more.”

Cool air caresses my naked back but the heat from Dash’s skin keeps me warm and his kisses leave me drowning that I almost forget about the oblivious audience. Wrapped in his arms, I no longer seem to care. Only a single need remains on my mind.

“Please fuck me, Dash,” I whisper, licking his bottom lip before I suck it. His taste, better than any alcohol. “I need you.”

My head drops when he exposes the column of my throat, kissing and biting. He’s rough and unapologetic as he marks me with his teeth. I’m going to be wearing nothing but his hickeys if he doesn’t stop.

I tug at his hair and stare into his lust-darkened face.

My eyelids almost close in pleasure when he circles my nipple until it’s painfully hard before sucking it into his warm and wet mouth. I watch, mesmerized, as he laps and lavishes at my breasts until they’re glistening with his saliva.

It feels so goddamn good that an ache rises in my lower stomach. I whimper when he takes the tip between his teeth, biting down like an unhinged savage.

“Don’t make a sound,” he barks.

Impossible. “I’m going to come.”

He takes his mouth away before growling, “You’re coming around my cock, nowhere else.”

“Yes, please.”

My pussy brushes against his length when he slides me down his body before roughly turning me around and pushing my front against the thick brick railing. He’s hidden us in a corner so we can gaze at the now half-naked couple having sex, but they can’t see us.

It feels ten times more taboo and wrong than at the kink club.

But we’re too far gone to care.

Our mutual thirst for each other, leading our actions.

Dash shoves my legs apart and twists my long hair in his fist, pulling until my back bows, and grabs the front of my throat. The sound of the other couple reaches us like a sinful symphony.

“You still want to be fucked like my whore, sweetheart?” Dash grunts.

“Yes.”

“I don’t show them any mercy.”

“I can take everything you give me.”

“Even if I said it’s your ass I want to fuck?” he says darkly, viciously.

I shudder, both in fear and desire. I must be losing my mind yet again if I want him to take my ass. Still can’t believe I let him claim it years ago despite giving my virginity to him too. I truly gave him every piece and firsts of mine that night.

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