Rather than retract, he blows out a breath and simultaneously lowers his chin so black eyes pin mine in position again. “Give me your all,” he growls, diving long fingers into the hair at my nape and locking me onto his dick. “Suck my dick,little liar.”
My reflexes produce even more saliva. It pools around the substantial girth and escapes in clingy streams from the edges of my stretched mouth.
He pushes in and holds my head in place, so the length of him waits in my throat. I’m breathing through my nose in bursts and blinking up at the eyes glued to mine. Hypersensitive nipples ache to be touched and I’m uncomfortably swollen between my thighs. It’s a sensation that would drive me insane if he decides to walk away.
But he won’t. Not by the wild expression on his gorgeous face. He’s searching for temporary amnesia, and I’m the vessel to take him there. When I dig my nails into his ass, he starts to move again. He doesn’t go easy on me. If anything, he turns feral, going harder to fuck my convulsing throat without holding back.
He’s in control and by his throaty grunts, he’s turned on. Which only adds to my own freaky arousal.
“Fuck!” he growls and pauses, so I’m practically swallowing him. “Your pussy will feel a thousand times better than this.”
Suddenly, he pulls out and a gust of air fills my starved lungs. He slots his hands under my armpits and hoists me into the air. My ass slams into the wall. A hand lands at the side of my head, so he’s arching over me. He’s panting now and palming his dick.
Under hooded eyes, he makes me wait. He teases me with anticipation. My heart rate elevates with every passing second and I start to feel scared. I pat my lip for comfort and drag a palm over my belly. It would be easier to fly away than fully satisfy a man like Tomás. If only he would set me free again and save me from the mistake I’m about to enjoy.
The hand stroking his dick jumps to my jaw and he dips into my face. We’re closer than ever. Water crashes on the top of his head and glides through his ebony hair, sailing over his tight features.
I’m on fire. Hungry for the one thing I shouldn’t crave. Temptation hits me like a forbidden bite from the juiciest red apple. Tingles crest in waves. The delightful wickedness is a thrill more enslaving than anything I’ve ever known.
Nose to nose, he hollows my cheeks and growls an order, “Turn around.”
In the silent second it takes me to debate my actions, he grips my pelvis and forces me clockwise. My palms hit the misted tiles and I blink at the darkness before me.
His jaw rests on the crown of my head while he grinds his hard-on into the base of my spine. I could fabricate a flimsy lie and tell myself this surrender is survival. But it’s something far more unforgivable than that. Something I’ll never recover from. It’s a sickness smearing my soul without a known cure.
The unique scent of this man’s pheromones is a secret weapon to make me involuntarily wet. I’m forever damned. His simple cocktail of musk and sweat lowers my defenses.
After tonight, Tomás will mean more to me than the devil he is. For some unknown reason, I don’t fear him like I should. Not the man himself. It’s his fleeting inner madness that truly petrifies me.
I almost cry at the hypocrisy of it—how he thinks I have the resourcefulness to butcher his father and how he loathes me for being part of it. Except, I'm certain his instincts know I’m not the true villain, otherwise I’d be dead.
Yet here we are, getting off on this chaotic attraction. When teeth graze my shoulder, my pussy throbs and hungry hormones burst in my core.
He grabs a clump of saturated strands and manhandles my head, so his mouth brushes my ear. “I’ll enjoy knowing every cell in your sexy body has surrendered to me. That I’ve left a mark on your skin and your mind.” His edgy voice rumbles in his chest, growling within me.
The sexy pitch drives my senses wild. My heart pounds with acceptance—my first time will undoubtedly be rough, and stretched beyond comfortable. Secretly, I’m hoping it will be exactly that, yet I'm fearful it will be too much to handle. It’s pathetic and immoral to crave his wickedness like I do, but I’m not in a position to pass judgment on my warped desires. Not when our unspoken bond has saved my life twice.
“It’s going to hurt,sweet little liar, but it’ll be worth the pain when your tight pussy is riding my dick all the way to an orgasm,” he mutters into my ear, the deep tone of his voice inciting an uprising of delicious tingles.
I’m not sure if his foresight is reassurance or the gateway to a Hell I’ll never leave, nonetheless, it pushes me over the edge with greed.
My flesh catches fire under savage groping hands in ways I never imagined possible, even if my pride is begging me to fight against him.
His forearm scoops my pelvis while his other hand pushes between my shoulder blades, so I’m bent over at a right angle and fully at his mercy.
“Spread your legs,” Tomás orders and then slaps my ass.
I flinch, letting the sting wash over me, then obediently do as he commanded.
He sinks to his haunches and spreads my buttocks. Suddenly his mouth is on me—his tongue inside of me. Then it’s replaced by a probing finger that’s quickly followed by a second. The erotic sensation of slippery sweeps exploring my private parts and scissor-like penetration has me trembling, lick by lick.
What was once untouched is now claimed—by my captor. I feel him move. Stubble scratches and fingers glide. My legs quake, making me rock into his face, urging him to take me.
I cry out when he slaps my ass for the second time and pulls away from me. I’m left empty and soaking, but not for long. He quickly replaces his fingers with the tip of his dick. It nudges my entrance, but I swear it will never fit.
“You’ll feel every single bit of me.” His lean legs spread mine farther apart. “I’ll own every part of you.” I whimper when unforgiving teeth graze my shoulder. “And you’llneverforget it.”
His free hand slides around my front, squeezes my breast, and then he pushes in so deep, so forceful that I scream. A second of fear licks my lust with tingles of the unknown. He’ll surely split me in two at this rate.