Page 46 of Reckless Hearts

Two fingers—one mine, the other his—sink right into my slick, molten heat. My face explodes in a rush of crimson, embarrassed at how wet I am, and that he knows now. But then before I can say a word, his finger curls alongside mine, and my eyes roll back into my head.

Oh my sweetfuck.

Both of our fingers rub against my g-spot.

And I can’t help it. I moan.

I try and suck it back in, then I cough, trying to cover it. But there’s no getting anything past this man. There’s no hiding from the devil himself as he strokes both of our fingers in and out of my dripping wet pussy.

“Therewe are…” he purrs darkly. “I knew you had it in you.”

“Fuck you,” I blurt.

“Oh, no, darling,” he growls with a devious smirk. “We’re fuckingyou.”

Our fingers ram in a second time. Another mortifying moan tears from my lips as our fingertips hit my g-spot again.

And as with everything else, there’s no breaks or acclimating with Deimos. There’s no letting me get used to it, even if he has no idea that I’ve never fucked myself with anything bigger thanonefinger before. He rams our fingers deep, without apology, without mercy.

And the really fucked up thing? I’ve never been wetter.

I’m so wet I’m almost worried I’ve peed myself. But there’s no time to freak out about that, or hope this isn’t so abnormal that he himself freaks and drops this whole thing.

He just keeps fucking me hard with both of our fingers, and when he grinds my own palm against my clit after pinning it there with his own hand, my mouth falls open in a silent scream of pleasure.

Oh fuck…oh fuck…

Oh FUCK.

I’m going to come.

The lewd, wet, squelching sounds of our fingers fucking my greedy pussy fill my ears together with the echoes of my own moans. I’m so close I can taste it. I’m teetering on the edge, my face a twisted mask of pleasure and my legs spasming, when suddenly, Deimos’ mouth drops toward mine.

I’m sure he’s about to kiss me. But that’s not what happens.

At the last second, he twists his head to the side, drops his mouth to my collarbone, andbites.

Hard.

He bites so hard I’m sure he’s broken the skin or taken out an actual chunk out of my flesh, like the fucking psychopath that he is. But that sharp piercing sensation, and the resulting adrenaline spike that stabs through my core, sets off the very last fuse I have.

And a millisecond later, I’m exploding.

I scream the roof down when I feel myself come. My pussy clenches tight around my finger and his, my hips bucking with a mind of their own as I erupt all over our hands. My back arches, my head dropping back with his teeth still firmly embedded in my collarbone.

Suddenly, air floods my lungs and I gasp, sucking it in as I feel Deimos pull away. His hand slips from between my legs, as does mine.

I collapse back into the chair, my legs splayed in the most unladylike pose imaginable, but without a drop of energy to move.

Holy. Fucking.Fuck.

What the hellwasthat? I mean I’ve had orgasms before, but not a single one of them was one tenth of whatever the actual fuck that just was.

Blinking, I’m suddenly acutely, painfully aware that Deimos is now standing over me, smirking as I lie in a heap on his chair. I flush, struggling to sit up. I avoid his eyes as I reach for my clothes.

“Not yet.”

I gasp when he lowers himself close to me. For a moment, I think he’s going to grab my chin again, or my throat—both ideas sending a disturbing and horrendously traitorous throb between my thighs.

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