Chapter 25 #3
“I’m serious. They have dating services for people like that, you know. I saw it on Netflix. Maybe you could find someone just as socially stinted as you and live happily ever after?” I smile sweetly, watching the muscles on his chest flex as he folds his arms.
“Chloe.” His voice is deep and gravelly as he assesses me. “Much as I like your smart mouth, when we’re like this”—he gestures to me naked on the counter—“you’ll watch your tongue unless you want to be punished.”
My tongue teases the corner of my lips as I stare, entranced by the sudden dark energy radiating from him.
Power and strength leach from every pore, making no mistake that he means what he says.
The muscles in my thighs flex as I squeeze them tighter together and his eyes fall to the subtle movement.
“Get on your knees.” The words are wet, smoky gravel to my ears and send a pulse of excitement through me.
I am so on board to play this game with him that I might pass out.
Offering him a slow, seductive smile, I lower myself from the counter and sink to my knees.
The cool marble bites at my skin, sending goosebumps up my thighs.
He probably wants me to play a good little submissive and keep my eyes to the floor, but I hold his gaze wantonly.
His top lip curls into a smirk born of all seven circles of hell, gratification flashing in his eyes. “Crawl to me.”
My stomach clenches as I lean forward on shaking hands, crawling with slinky movements toward him, making my breasts sway. His gaze drops, and the faintest flush crests his high, tawny cheekbones.
“Good girl,” he purrs when I reach him, dropping down a hand to caress the back of my head lightly as I sit back on my haunches into a kneeling position.
Surprisingly, the simple praise makes my chest glow.
I want to please him, want to be whatever little dirty plaything he wants for the night.
The soft clink of metal tears my gaze from his and I watch with quiet anticipation as large hands unbuckle his belt, slide his zipper down, and pull out his enormous, hard cock.
I let out a low moan as moisture floods my mouth, my gaze tracing the snaking veins up to the rounded, wide, dusky pink head.
My hands jump up to touch him of their own accord.
“Uh-uh, hands behind your back, mi fuego,” he growls before I can touch him, and my lips part as I bounce my gaze back up to his.
He’s staring at me like I’m the sun, the center of his universe, and it makes my skin burn.
Clasping my hands behind my back, I wait with bated breath.
The hand is back on my head, tangling in my hair and guiding me forward as he fists the base of his cock with the other.
I flick my tongue out and swipe it up over the tip of him.
He shudders, his teeth gritting out a curse word I don’t understand.
Before I can react, both of his hands are at the back of my head and he’s pressing his hard length into my open mouth.
A moan vibrates over my tongue as I taste him, all masculine and enough to drive me crazy.
He glides easily to the back of my mouth, holding himself there.
I feel my throat close as my gag reflex kicks in, but I keep my eyes open and on his face as he groans.
“Mujer diablo, te sientes tan bien.” He pulls back, allowing me a brief moment to suck in a breath before he thrusts back in, a little harder this time.
My lashes flutter, a red-hot poker of desire piercing my lower belly from being used by him this way.
“Mi misión será romperte,” he growls, pulling back and snapping his hips forward again.
“Para poseerte.” Another flex of his hips, this time breaching my throat so that tears pool and cling to my lashes.
“Tenerte retorciéndose en mi cama todas las noches.”
I have no idea what he’s saying, but that silky drawl of guttural Spanish is sending me into freefall, my sex-drugged synapses misfiring as I feather my tongue across the base of his cock, meeting every hard thrust with fervor.
“Tu eres mio,” he snarls, flashing his white teeth at me as his face screws up into a mask of beautiful pleasure.
I feel him swell in my mouth, pressing my jaw impossibly wide as tears fall over and roll down my cheeks.
Low, desperate sounds tumble from his full lips, his face alight with awe as he begins to pulse and spurt hot ribbons of cum directly into my throat.
Moaning, I swallow everything he has to give, marveling at the sight of him unraveling above me, all tight muscle and burning grace.
Once the last drop has spilled, he pulls slowly out of my mouth and lets out a deep, husky chuckle as he swipes a thumb across my wet lip, breaking the line of spit that connects us.
“Not until you’ve eaten, mi fuego.” He smirks, tucking himself back in his pants and sliding his hands around my ribs to pull me up to my feet, answering the desperate plea in my eyes.
I frown, my whole body vibrating with the need to have him inside me.
My knees shake and the steady pulse between my legs grows stronger, as if in protest.
“Trust me, you’ll need your strength for what I have in mind. If I only get one night, I’m making the most of it.” He leans down and places a chaste kiss on my lips before turning to flip the sandwiches in the pan.
“You’re bossy when your dick is hard,” I grumble, hopping up onto one of the long-legged stools beside the island and wincing as I feel the slick mess between my thighs.
He laughs, pulling plates out of a cupboard and setting them onto the counter. “Baby, you have no idea.”
We sit in comfortable silence and eat. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until the first mouthful of caramelized onion and melted cheese hits my tongue.
It’s heaven and so is the half-naked, behemoth of a man sitting next to me.
Once he is satisfied I’m full, he clears the plates away and takes my hand, leading me up the stairs and along the hallway.
Instead of turning into my room, he turns right, pausing beside his own bedroom door.
His jaw muscle pulses, and he slides his gaze sideways to mine for a moment, hesitating.
Tilting my head, I try to figure out the emotions warring in his eyes.
The soft click of the door rings out and it swings open to reveal an expansive master suite, sparsely decorated with pale stone colors except for the back wall behind the enormous black bed, which is painted a deep, vibrant red.