Page 97 of Bared Betrayal

Every tether of strength snaps. Every thread of control is cut into pieces. It’s like something as simple as a butterfly flapping its wings, causing a hurricane on the other side of the world.

He kisses me again and lets go of my wrists. “Keep your hands there. Do not move.”

I press my hands against the icy wall above my head, and he drops to his knees in front of me, his fingers working my jeans and pulling them off with my panties, tossing them aside.

“I’ve craved your taste, baby doll. So fucking much.” With a jerk, he hooks my leg over his shoulder, and I’m a gasping mess as he drags his tongue through my slit. A moan rips from my chest as my eyes slide closed.

“Keep your eyes on me, princess. I want you to watch as I take you apart.”

I open my eyes lazily, sparks erupting in every direction as he teases, licks, and sucks. His hands grip my thighs tightly as his tongue flicks and swirls, pushing my pleasure higher with each stroke. He slides one finger inside me, then two, the orgasm building into something so exquisite I feel like I’m floating away from my body. Gabriel’s expert mouth knows exactly where to go, and how fast and slow the pressure should be. I’m lost in sensation as he brings me closer and closer to the edge of madness—a place only he can take me.

I have to fight to keep my eyes open, locked on his—the sight of his velvet tongue flicking against my clit, my orgasm building and building until I…until I crash and burn, my body shaking with pleasure. My voice is lost in a wild cry as Gabriel presses his mouth against me one last time before standing to kiss away the tears that had fallen from my eyes.

Gabriel straightens, my arousal glimmering on his wet lips curled in that sadistic, smug smirk of his that is just sexy as fuck. He slams his mouth against mine, letting me taste myself on his tongue as it duels with mine, each stroke becoming more desperate right before he tears away.

With a snarl, he grabs my jaw and grips it tight. “Do you want my cock, little lamb?”

I breathe out, “Yes.”

“Say it.”

I swallow hard.

“Say it,” he grits, and my lips part.

“I want your cock.”

He hisses, grabs my hand, and jerks me around, forcing me forward against the table full of paint supplies. Brushes roll and fall on the floor, cups and jars clattering around.

Gabriel’s hands go down to my hips and pull me back a step, bending me a little at the waist and arching my back, rubbing his palm over my ass before slapping it hard enough to sting before spearing inside me, a low growl rolling from his lips.

I moan as his cock stretches me, hitting deep, my body taking a moment to adjust to him.

I expect him to rail into me hard and fast. That is what I want and need, and he always gives me what I need. Instead, he’s slow, methodical. Each steady, deliberate thrust drags over my G-spot. It sends shock waves of pleasure down my spine as his lips kiss my shoulders and his large, warm hands massage my breasts.

“Fuck, I missed this. I never want to go another day without this pussy wrapped around my cock.”

I gasp, unable to respond, my head spinning with the intensity of his thrusts and the pleasure coursing through me, taking me closer and closer, until…

“Kallie, babe. Are you here?” Sebastian.

Abruptly, Gabriel pulls me up by my hair, slamming his hand over my mouth.

“Shhh.” His lips are on my ear, his cock still buried inside me.

My heart is pounding impossibly fast, sweat beading along my brows.

“Babe?”

“Keep quiet,” Gabriel whispers, then rocks his hips and I pinch my eyes closed as he moves inside me.

“Kallie?”

No. No. No.

I shake my head, trying to tell Gabriel to stop, but he only leans closer to my ear. “I’m not pulling my cock out of you. So, you’re going to have to handle it.”

I nod.Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. If Sebastian walks in here…but I can’t stop.