Page 44 of Beautiful Secrets

But then there’s that flash of curiosity. A calculated consideration deep in her eyes.

What if…?

She can’t know what I’m thinking, but it’s as if she’s reading my fucking mind.

Whatif…?

I tighten my hand in her hair, and she moans out a protest I feel all the way to my balls. I growl, ease out an inch, and thrust back into her sweet, wet mouth.

Just like I’m fucking her pussy.

Teasing her cunt with my cock.

What if I tried to fuck her? Would she put up a fight? And would it be real or pretend?

Again. Easing out more, thrusting in just a little faster. A little harder. A little deeper.

What if I asked her to stay? Would she say yes? And would it be real, or pretend?

I’m so close to coming, I can taste it. And I want her to taste me too. I want to see the shock on her face when I come in her mouth. Down her throat.

Because I’m convinced she’s never done this before. Which means she’s probably never tasted a man before.

I don’t just want to claim her lips as mine. I want her first taste of something as debauched and hedonistic as a stranger’s cum to be mine. I want her to lap it off my dick, cringing and gagging all the way.

It should sicken me that I need something so perverse in my life…

But it doesn’t.

Because I’m a fucking psycho.

Poor thing didn’t know it when she climbed into my car.

It’ll be my honor to educate her in the ways of bad, bad men.

And I’ll make sure she loves every goddamn second of it.

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Mika

Nothing in the world should feel this good. And this bad. And this deviant and delicious and dark…all rolled into one.

Cole wants me to prove I am telling the truth? Then I must do whatever it takes. Because that money is a lie. All I have to my name is the wad of cash he stole from me.

He is impossible to read, though. Those jade eyes—sometimes bright, sometimes black. They are mirrors. All I see in them is myself—pathetic, scared, hopeless.

I did not mean for things to go this far. But maybe this is the only way to get him to trust me.

My jaw aches. My eyes are tearing up. I am fighting back a gag while my mouth drools around something it shouldn’t be enjoying this much.

I should be horrified.

Instead, I am barely keeping myself in check.

My entire body has come alive in the worst way. Every time I move, my bare nipples brush the fabric of my shirt. Already hard little buds, every whisk of that fabric makes them even tighter.

It feels hot and tight and wet down there, between my legs.