Page 99 of Of Desire And Deception

I was so wired it didn’t take long for me to feel the first flutters of release as my husband’s tongue penetrated my pussy. “Fuck, Cosimo. Right there. Make me come on your tongue.”

Cosimo growled, and the vibration pushed me into my first orgasm. I slumped against the shower wall as he pulled away, his hair wet and chin glistening with my arousal. There was no time to recover because he spun me around and slammed his thick cock into me in a hard thrust.

“Cosimo!” I cried out, tilting my hips back to take him deeper, his piercings dragging over my sensitive walls.

“Next time, I’m fucking you in their blood.” His hips snapped against my ass, and his hand ringed my throat, cutting off my moans. “Fucking get there for me, Remi. I’m so close.”

I loved it when he was as desperate for me as I was for him. My hand trailed down my stomach to my clit, and I circled my fingers over the metal ring, working myself as he fucked me relentlessly.

“Take a breath,” Cosimo demanded as I tightened around his length. I gasped, then saw stars as he squeezed my throat. That familiar rush filled my head.

Cosimo worked a hand between us, his fingers gliding through my wetness before he pressed them against my tight back hole, penetrating me and sending me flying into another orgasm. I screamed as soon as Cosimo’s hand left my neck, shuddering as his fingers dug into my stomach, holding me up. He thrust wildly, then slammed me against the shower wall as he planted himself deep, spilling inside me.

“One day you’ll be the death of me,” he panted, kissing my shoulder, sinking his teeth in to mark me. “And it’ll be glorious.”

“Let’s keep you around a little longer.”

His softening cock slipped out of me, come dripping down my thighs. I turned and swiped my fingers through the mess we’d made, bringing them to my lips and sucking his saltiness and my tang. Cosimo gripped the short strands of my dark hair and sucked my fingers, then kissed me, sharing our taste as his tongue slipped into my mouth and explored. He bruised my lips and bit, my teeth digging into his flesh in return.

Once again, I’d found ecstasy in the darkness of a dungeon.

Chapter Thirty-One

My jaw fucking dropped at Remi’s audacity. I’d unleashed a little monster. “You cannot abduct a federal agent outside the FBI building.”

“You broke into my apartment,” she pointed out, her arms crossed petulantly over her chest.

“There weren’t security cameras.” I sighed. “And your neighbors didn’t give a fuck whether you disappeared. The Bureau tends to look for missing agents.”

Remi lifted a brow.

“Except when they’ve put you on leave,” I added. “Extenuating circumstances.”

“What are you, afraid?” she taunted, brushing her tits against my torso.

“No,” I growled, my hand darting out, grasping her throat. “But sometimes a healthy amount of fear will keep you alive and out of the line of fire of every member of the Chicago FBI. You’d do well to learn to be a touch wary.”

I felt her pulse race under my fingertips, her blue eyes unfocused as I squeezed just enough to hold her at the edge of consciousness. When her legs gave out, I let go, catching her around the waist to keep her upright.

“You fight dirty,” she breathed, tongue darting across her lips.

“I fight to keep you safe.” My lips slammed down on hers, tasting and cutting off whatever excuse she might have made to execute her suicidal idea. “Now, let’s stick with the original plan. We wait until the middle of the night and pay agent Madden a visit at his home.”

Remi’s nose scrunched up, and I brushed my thumb down it, smoothing the wrinkles. “You mean your plan.”

“Not everything is a competition.”

“But it’s so much more fun when stakes are involved,” she purred, nipping at my jaw.

“Fuck,” I hissed at the stinging pain. I grabbed her around the thighs and tossed her over my shoulder. “I’ll give you stakes, piccola diavola.”

“Cosimo! Put me down, you psycho!” she screeched as I climbed the stairs and strode to the bedroom, dropping her down on the bed.

I flipped the top of the frame up, exposing the restraints within. They were originally installed for those days when I couldn’t trust my mind not to snap. Now, a whole new world of possibilities presented themselves. I snapped the cuffs on Remi’s wrists and straddled her torso.

“It’s your turn to be good for me.” I chuckled at her widened eyes as I unfastened my jeans and withdrew my cock, already straining for the woman under me. “Open wide, Remi. I’m going to fuck that bratty little throat raw so you can’t talk back.”

“Fuck you,” she snapped.

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