She purposefully took her time, leisurely dragging his trousers lower. A magnificent thick cock took her by surprise. Its glossy head glistened with a pearl of pre-cum.
Her eyes widened. She nipped her lower lip with anticipation.
“On your knees, Lana,” he ordered, and she obeyed.
Lana peered up at him under her lashes, loving how his nostrils flared and his chest rose and fell like he was barely controlled. He was a glorious sight behold. She was caught off guard by the flash of desire tightening his features.
With a flat tongue, she dragged her saliva from his sack, all the way to the tip.
The fingers in her hair fisted. “Hmmm, wrap those fucking lips around my dick,” he growled, securing her head. “Your dirty little mouth feels so fucking good. That’s it, beautiful, suck my dick, just like that.”
Lana’s heart bucked and her thighs clenched. The thrill of his strained voice and fingers woven tightly at her scalp was an aphrodisiac.
Her jaw dropped to take all of him into her mouth. With it spearing her throat, he thrusted in deeper. The animalistic snarl rumbling from his chest spread flames within her.
He tugged her head backward, angling her face to meet her wide gaze. Marcus was claiming her, just like he did in his office the first time they met.
She had given in to his dominance, to the uncontrollable desire that was tearing through her body all over again.
Deepening her movements, the tip of him hit the back of her throat. When she hummed around him, the skin around his balls tightened in her palm.
“I’m going to come,” his words rushed out with urgency.
But Lana held her lips tightly around the angry veins throbbing on his girth dick. She continued to offer him long, juicy wet sucks from root to tip. Warm saltiness spurted down her throat.
She swallowed every last bit, smiling shyly when she pulled back.
“Holy fuck, Lana,” he hissed, yanking her to stand and tucking strands of hair behind her ears. “I’m going to fuck you so hard.”
He backed her into the counter, prowling with a predatory swagger.
Those words were all she wanted to hear but when they rushed out into the open, laced with heat and tainted with a chance of regret, her racing heart skidded to an abrupt stop.
She was a renegade.
This situation was fucked up.
The overpowering craving to have him inside her burned with an excruciating need. But this was her home with Rory. The very place they planned a future together—once upon a time.
Lately, it felt more like they lived in the same house and had separate lives.
However, she wasn’t in a swingers club where it was deemed acceptable, where Rory would give her his blessing. In reality, if she surrendered to Marcus, she’d be cheating.
Marcus wasn’t a stranger anymore, he was an obsession that had taken over her mind. Whatever she wanted to do next with him, couldn’t happen.
The fact she even considered fucking him screamed of danger.
In the cold light of day, no one else made her feel as alive as Marcus McGrath did, not even her boyfriend.
Lana’s arms folded around her stomach and she shrugged out of his arms. She didn’t just lust after someone else—every cell in her body begged to give in to him. It was beyond fun, surpassing a simple one night stand.
Confusion knotted her stomach. Questions whirled in her mind. Did that mean she shouldn’t be with Rory anymore? Her heart sunk like a stone.
Marcus wasn’t a one-woman man. This was a game to him. He was playing with her, probably because she belonged to someone else.
Perhaps it’s the challenge he enjoys. Stealing another mans woman.
His brow creased when she side stepped away from him. In a beat he crowded her against the cabinets.