Page 82 of House of Deceit

“Nothing,” I whisper.

“You're walking around here basically naked?”

“Yes?” His fingers feel amazing, but the barrier between us is too much. I ache to touch him, but I don’t want to make him retreat to his wrangler persona.

“Were you just hoping for someone to untie this robe? Run their hands all over you?”

Striking like a snake, he grabs a handful of my hair, pulling a yelp from my throat. A few strands tear free under his grip and I don’t care. All I want is for him to own me, mark me as his.

“Didn’t I tell you while you’re in this house you’re mine?"

My heart starts racing as I grab his hips, pulling him tighter against me.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I tell him.

My thighs are drenched from my arousal. Never in my life have I been this turned on.

His gray eyes hold my gaze as he unties my robe with reverent hands. The material pools around my hips as he pushes the sleeves down my arms.

“You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen,” he tells me, cradling my breasts in his hands. His thumbs rub over my taut nipples, teasing me. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you coming on my cock since you came on my hand.”

“Me either. You’re all I can think about.”

He sucks a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around. I stare down at him as he lavishes my breasts with attention. The peak of his tongue as he nibbles his way to the other side makes me wish his face was between my legs.

Kissing his way up my body, he tilts my head away, giving himself greater access to my neck. Desperate for more friction, I try to rub myself against him, but he has me pinned and unable to move.

“Alec,” I say, asking for something, but I’m not sure what.

“Yes?”

“Please.”

He pulls away from my neck and wraps my hair around his hand, adding tension.

“Use your words,” he commands.

“I need you to taste me.”

He swipes his tongue along my collarbone slowly.

“Like that?” he asks, his eyes sparkling with challenge.

“I need you to eat my pussy,” I say, grabbing his hair and gently pushing him down to his knees before me.

Feeling powerful as he looks up at me from his knees, I’m forced to lean back on the table as he hooks my leg up and over his shoulder. His fingers grip my thighs so hard, there will be bruises tomorrow.

I moan as he peppers kisses up the soft skin of my inner thigh.

He runs his thumb over my slit, gathering my arousal.

“You’re so wet for me, baby. Do you want my mouth on you?”

“Yes. Taste me. Taste me right now,” I beg, ending on a moan as he licks me with the flat of his tongue.

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