Page 39 of Ruthless

Her body shivered and her cries grew louder as she came undone, climaxing around me. Her pussy clenched my fingers, and I nearly burst at the thought of what that would feel like around my cock.

“Oh mygod,” she panted as her eyes fluttered open, the golden hue a little darker beneath the warm lights in the shower.

I pulled my mouth away from her breasts. I had to stop myself…

“No,” she grabbed for me, her voice breaking. “Please.”

I stopped, my hands still on her waist, my cock brushing against her. “Please, what?” I demanded, my voice husky with the intoxicating need for her.

“Please don’t stop,” she whispered, her hand gliding down chest, abdomen, and then coming to a stop just above my cock. I held my breath as she went lower, her soft hand landing on my shaft.

Oh shit.

Her stroke was gentle, but I still groaned at her touch, overcome with how bad I wantedher.I could have ass anytime I wanted… But ever since laying my eyes on her, I didn’t want anyone else. I slammed my fisted hand against the tile above her, warring with myself.

“Why won’t you just take me?” she asked, unphased by the motion as she continued to stroke me. “I’m telling you to.”

“I just can’t,” I said through gritted teeth, holding back pertinent information.

“But you want to?” she countered, her eyes dancing across my face. There was a hint of amusement there in her irises. I found it ironic, considering I was supposed to be the bad guy, yet she was the one who was torturing me.

“I do want you,” I growled, her stroking growing faster.

“Then take me,” she batted her thick, natural eyelashes beneath the water.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Pleasure clouded every ounce of my brain, and reached down, unable to hold back any longer. I lifted her from her the shower floor, not even bothering with going easy. The moment her pussy was aligned, I plunged my cock deep inside of her.

We both cried out, my cock stretching her and her pussy clenching around my shaft. I kept her pinned against the wall as I thrust into her wetness, more than enough lube to glide in and out easily.

“Oh my god,” she panted, threading her hands through my hair. She pulled me toward her, and I greedily took her lips in a hot kiss. I had given into the craving and brokenallthe rules.

But it had never felt so damn good.

Chapter 17

Rachel

He was so fucking big, and I couldn’t hold back the moans as his cock hit my internal spot, sending my body flying back toward a second orgasm. I dug my fingernails into his skin, unable to hear anything other than the slapping of his body against mine, and his growls in my mouth.

My pussy clenched just as I broke our kiss to take a breath. “I’m gonna cum,” I whimpered, my back arching as I shut my eyes.

“Look at me,” he growled, his grip directing my face to him. “I want you to fucking look at me while that pussy comes all over my cock.” His words sent me climaxing, and I exploded around her, my cry louder than the first. He fucked me through the high, not stopping until I had come down.

His gray eyes went dark as he reached his own climax, pulling out just in time to explode all over my stomach. “Fuck,” he groaned afterward, his eyes searching mine as we stood there under the hot water of the shower.

I felt my face flush as the realization of what we had just done settled in my mind. It was exactly what I had wanted—and my body thought it needed. However, I never imagined the afterthought…

I just seduced my kidnapper.

The water washed away the remnants of him from my stomach, but my lips and pussy were still swollen from his touch.

“You should probably get cleaned up,” he cleared his throat, grabbing for the razor on the shelf and a towel off the rack.

And then he left me.

I blinked a few times as he slammed the bathroom door. He had left the mess of our clothing on the floor, and the smell of sex still hung heavy in the air. Part of me felt guilty for giving in, and the other part of me was angry at him for leaving me like that… Besides,whycouldn’t he touch me? I knew the kinds of things kidnappers did to their victims, and while Ghost Eyes wasn’t that type, I didn’t understand him either.

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