Page 98 of Corrupted Deception

“I’m hungry,” I told her.

“That’s too bad; this isn’t a restaurant,” she said as she tried to jerk out of my hold on her.

I leaned in, nipping the back of her neck. “It’s not food I’m hungry for.”

Before she could fight any further, I removed my belt and caught her wrists in one hand, wrapping the belt around them, then over and over again until I could buckle it closed.

Bene.

Keeping a grip on her bound hands, I eased away from her enough to yank down her pants and panties, then turned her around.

She looked curious and ready for combat at the same time.

I hoisted her up on the bar, hands trapped behind her back, and yanked her pants off where they’d snagged around her ankles.

Unfortunately, her shirt needed to go over her head.

Fortunately, there was an easy solution for that.

I retrieved my knife from its sheath.

“I’d suggest you hold still,” I said as I slid the knife beneath the neckline of her shirt and dragged it down, keeping it away from her skin… mostly.

When I let the flat edge of the knife graze against her abdomen, she gasped, but it wasn’t fear—not if the heat in her eyes and the flush in her cheeks were any kind of indicators. She liked it; she was getting off on it.Christ.

When I was finished cutting through the fabric, I slid it off her shoulders. Lucky for her wardrobe, her bra clasped in the front. I unhooked the clasp, and her full tits spilled out, nipples hard, begging for my mouth.

So, I obliged them, suckling one into my mouth, grazing my teeth along her flesh before moving onto the other. Her stomach tautened and her breath hitched before coming heavier.

“I think you’re a little overdressed,” she said as I leaned away.

Maybe. But we’d get to that later.

I dropped down in front of her, looking up at her naked body, her hands trapped behind her. Tension—indecision—radiated from her like she couldn’t quite decide if she wanted to fight me on this or let me have what I was after.

When she made no move to fight me, I smirked. She knew what I was after.

I dragged her ass to the edge of the counter and spreads her thighs, revealing the glistening cunt I’d been imagining, her lips wet, her clit engorged, making my mouth water. I licked her from the bottom of her slit to her clit, and she sighed until I flicked my tongue across her clit and the sound transformed into a quiet moan.

Her eyes stayed on me, watching as I worked her clit with my tongue and slid a finger inside her, hitting her G-spot in the same rhythm my tongue grazed over her clit. Again and again.

It wasn’t long before her moans grew louder and her hips started to writhe, but she shook her head all of a sudden, trying to close her thighs.

“Fuck me, charming. I want your cock inside me when I come.”

I smiled against her and went in for one last lick. Then I stood up, unzipped, and wrapped my hand around my cock, fisting it slowly, watching her face, her eyes intent on my every movement.

I grabbed a condom from my pants, sheathed my cock, and lined up, but rather than thrusting in, I reached around her and unfastened the belt, freeing her hands.

She smiled like she’d somehow been triumphant, but I chuckled.

“That wasn’t for you,” I said, then I put my hand on her chest and forced her back until she was laying out across the breakfast bar.

Fucking perfect.

Then I drove in.

Hard.

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