Page 181 of Scandalous Games

His chest heaves like he’s fighting for the control he’s losing. But when his resolve doesn’t crumble and he shakes his head, rejection stings me once again. “Go away.”

I flinch and stark pain flashes across his face. With a curse, he yanks me into his arms once more. I wrap my legs around his waist as he picks me up and slams my back against the wall. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, kitten. Because I’ll want everything. Every first.”

Nothing left to lose, I sell my soul to the sinful devil.

“Make love to me,” I rasp, resting my forehead on his. “Please.”

My plea has his eyes dropping to my lips and when he leans forward, I turn my head away. “No kissing.”

He freezes but then I feel his fingers push my hair away from my face and turn my cheek to him. He whispers softly, “Okay.”

Lowering me to my feet and without breaking our connection, his hand finds the zipper on the side of my dress. My chest caves when he slowly lowers it and even though he’s already seen me almost naked, this moment feels different. Once my dress and heels are gone and I stand bare before him, his gaze drops like he can’t resist.

They caress the tops of my breasts, my nipples that harden more under his attention, and stop between my thighs on my soaked panties. The urge to hide myself ignites but with one shake of his head, I clench my fingers on my sides.

“You’re too beautiful.” His voice is guttural while his features turn primal. “Every inch of you.”

Picking me up, he carries me toward his bed before laying me on my back. Every thought evaporates as I lean on my elbows and watch him push his sweatpants down until there’s nothing separating us.

My eyelashes flutter when he kneels and I gasp, feeling his palms graze my legs and trace upward. The simple touch makes me delirious and I hate how right it feels. It confuses me. I bite my lip when his fingers reach my waist and curl into my panties, pulling them until I’m completely naked.

My pussy was now on display for the forbidden man. I close my eyes, unable to handle the hunger in his eyes as they stare at me.

“No. You don’t get to hide, kitten.” He growls darkly. “Look at me.”

I shake my head, tightening my eyelids. My back arches when I feel his lips lay a soft kiss on my inner thigh and repeat the same gesture to the other side. He leaves no part of me untasted, soft kisses marking me until his breath flutters on my folds.

I hate how wet I am for him.

“Hide all you want, Bianca,” he rasps before promising, “but my name will be the only and last thought in your head long after I’ve claimed you.”

Without warning, he runs his tongue through my slit, parting my lips so he can lick between them. Deeper. Hungrier. My eyes fly open on a pleasurable moan.

Rough hands push and hold my hips down when I try to get away from the arousing sensations. He tastes me gently and reverently, like he has all the time in the world. Flicking my clit, he wraps his lips on my rosebud and sucks softly.

“Ahh…” I gasp as he slides one thick finger to the knuckle.

He stops pushing when he feels my barrier and plays with my clit to distract me from the slight discomfort. Minutes pass as he works me until a low throb begins in my lower belly. The ache intensifies, and I clench around him. Two fingers become three, stretching me.

“Good girl,” he praises. “Come for me. Ride my hand.”

His dirty command sends me over the edge. It’s more powerful than any orgasm I’ve ever had. Gentle hands cup my cheeks and push strands of hair away. When I blink my eyes open, Dash is leaning over me, his hard body enveloping mine in his warmth.

“Last chance, kitten.”

“Don’t stop,” I whisper while he waits. He looks at me the exact way I’ve desperately ached for Niall to do. It pains me that another man is giving me the things I yearned for.

His arm reaches into the side drawer and he sheathes himself in a condom. I grab the nape of his neck while he spreads my legs by cupping the back of my knee. My lips part when the crown of his cock rubs against my clit. His jaw hardens when he feels me become slick even more. Sliding his hand between our bodies, he runs his cockhead over my folds. Once. Twice.Thrice.

My nipples scrape against his chest as I dig my nails into his skin and scratch his back, silently begging him to end the agony. An empty ache builds in my core and I need him inside me.

“Please.”

“Say my name.”

I shake my head and he circles my entrance teasingly. “I hate you.”

“Say. My. Name, Bianca,” he demands in a deep voice.

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