Page 141 of Beautiful Lies

He groans into me, sucking harder, his tongue circling in slow, maddening patterns, like tasting me is the only thing he’s ever wanted.

The instant I feel the tug of sweet pleasure in my core, I come. It’s like a hammer to my gut. The sensation hits me hard, then pulls me under, right into that mindless delirium.

“That’s right. Let go for me.” He licks up my arousal, his mouth wet with wine and me. “I want to feel you fall apart on my tongue.”

I do let go. Ofeverything.

Everything except him. Knox flows through my body, no different from the blood in my veins.

He doesn’t stop drinking until I’m clean and aroused again, then he rises, standing tall.

“Your turn now, love. I want that pretty, little mouth of yours on my cock.”

My eyes find the big bulge straining against the front of his pants. He’s wearing joggers with nothing underneath, so one tugof his waistband frees his cock. His thick, very hard cock. The sight is enough to send fire streaking through my body again.

“Get on your knees and open your mouth for me.” His voice comes out rough and demanding.

With pleasure, I do as he asks, sliding to my knees, then opening my mouth.

He laces his fingers through my hair and smiles down at me. “Good girl. Now, suck my dick.”

I take him into my mouth, licking the tip to the base first before sucking.

He groans deeply, enjoying it. I inch up on my knees and suck more of him inside my mouth.

Knox pushes me down so I can take him even deeper, then he thrusts hard, fucking my face. He’s deep-throating me. My gag reflex protests, but I take him, savoring every hit that strikes the back of my throat.

I love the sounds of his groans and the fact that a woman like me can make a man like him feel such intense pleasure.

I can see it on his face each time he drives his cock deep inside my throat.

“Fucking hell, Isla. You’re so good at this.”

Tears sting my eyes as I try to give him more. I want him to unravel in my arms the way he always does to me. I want him to feel like every time is like the first, too.

But he pulls out, his cock hard and glistening with precum.

“I want to come inside your pussy,” he groans, lifting me to stand.

Turning me around, he bends me over the counter and positions himself behind. Before I can take another breath, he thrusts his cock into me.

God, it feels so good to have him inside me again.

He wraps my ponytail around his fist, and my head angles up. Then his maddening rhythm begins as he starts to fuck me.

Instantly, I lose my mind, and another wild orgasm takes me. I scream into the pleasure, relishing the way it lingers in every nerve of my body.

“Mine,” Knox whispers behind me. “My girl.”

I wish I could answer, but I wouldn’t know what to say. Words always fail me when he takes me to this mindless place.

Lost in the sensation, I allow myself to drift away and release the angst I’ve carried for so long. Once again I give my villain everything—heart, body, mind, soul.

The devil’s touch shouldn’t feel this good.

Devil?

And, villain?