Page 15 of Chained By Fate (Dark Billionaires: Vegas #1)
I melted into him, my back arching as my hands grasped at his shoulders. His lips devoured mine, all decadence and sin, while his skilled fingers stroked and teased my aching cock.
The buildup was unbearable, a coiled spring ready to snap.
With every swipe of his thumbs, every plundering kiss, I fell deeper under his spell.
And then, like a dam bursting, I shattered.
My release pulsed through me in violent waves, my vision flashing white as I cried out hoarsely, my whole body convulsing.
Matt held me tight, his arms a steel band cage as I shuddered and spasmed in his lap. With a final jerk of my hips, I sagged against him, my breath coming in harsh gasps.
I lay boneless in Matt’s arms, my mind a hazy blur as my body hummed with the lingering aftershocks of my release. My chest rose and fell rapidly as I struggled to catch my breath, my heart hammering a wild rhythm against my rib cage.
I was all kinds of dazed, like I’d just tumbled through a whirlwind and landed in a pile of feathers—only the feathers were Matt’s lips, and they were everywhere.
He trailed hot kisses along my jaw, down my neck, and across my collarbone, his breath a searing brand on my hypersensitive skin.
I swore, if kisses were snowflakes, I’d have been buried under an avalanche.
His fingers gently skimmed my torso, igniting a trail of liquid fire that coiled in my gut. With a groan, I shoved at his face—a task comparable to pushing against a marble statue—as I tried to catch a moment to gather my scattered wits.
“Hey, can you not? You need to listen to me for a minute.”
Matt merely chuckled against the hollow of my throat, the rumbling vibration sending delicious tingles through my body. “You taste divine, pet.”
With a frustrated huff, I pushed at his face again, finally succeeding in gaining a few inches of space. “Will you pay attention? We need to discuss my conditions.”
Matt’s eyes glinted with dark amusement as he regarded me. “I’m all ears, kitten.” The endearment rolled off his tongue like melted chocolate.
“Cut it out with the lip action for a sec. I can’t think straight.” My words came out more irritable than I intended, but damn, this man was distracting.
A wicked grin curved those sinful lips, but mercifully, he stilled his roaming hands and sat back, adjusting me more securely on his lap, his hands still anchoring me to him like I was the last lifeboat on the Titanic .
I refused to dwell on how natural it felt nestled against all those hard planes.
I took a steadying breath, sitting up straighter in his lap. “Okay. So, my first condition is that I go where I please, whenever I please.”
One dark brow quirked upward. “Within reason, pet. I can’t have you wandering off and getting snatched by someone else.” His thumb stroked my hip, a possessive glance if ever I saw one. “But I’ll agree to have one of my men accompany you as a bodyguard.”
I scowled but nodded curtly. “Fine. Next, I want to be able to see my friends and family whenever I want, no exceptions.”
Matt’s expression softened infinitesimally. “Of course, kitten. I won’t stand in the way of that. I know how important they are to you.” I felt a surge of unexpected gratitude at his understanding.
“Next, you’ll cancel that hundred grand debt.”
Matt gave a brisk nod. “Consider it done.”
Gaining confidence, I continued. “And finally, no funny business in the bedroom. I won’t do anything I don’t like, so forget about that BDSM stuff.” I waved a hand vaguely between our bodies. “Nothing I’m not into—no whips, chains, or any of that.”
Matt exhaled a put-upon sigh, but his eyes remained warm. “Have no fear, pet. I would never force you into anything you don’t want.” His fingers brushed a stray lock of hair from my forehead in an unexpectedly tender gesture. “Those are acceptable terms.”
That was all my conditions laid out bare, and for the life of me, I couldn’t think of anything else to tack on the list right then —though something told me this deal would keep growing like a weed in fertile soil.
“Is that all?” His voice rumbled beneath me.
“Yeah, that’s my manifesto.”
He leaned in close enough for his breath to tickle my ear. “Then we have an agreement,” he murmured, his voice a delicious growl that vibrated through my chest. He leaned in, his eyes darkening with intent.
I slapped my palm over his mouth, feeling his lips twitch into a smirk beneath my hand. “Wait a second, you insatiable beast. What about dinner?”
Matt’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he licked my palm, forcing me to snatch it back with a yelp. He looked at me with a hunger that had nothing to do with the meal we were supposed to have.
“Dinner can wait,” he said, his tone heavy with promise. “But I can’t.”
Before I could formulate a witty retort, his lips crashed into mine, igniting a wildfire of sensation. He tasted like sin and temptation. His tongue teased the seam of my lips before plunging in to tangle with mine. It was a dance of dominance and submission, and I was losing ground fast.
My fingers dug into his shoulders as I tried to anchor myself, but it was akin to holding back the tide with a sieve. The world narrowed down to the slick heat of his mouth, the intoxicating taste of him filling my senses until I was gasping for air.
Just when I thought I might drown in him, Matt shifted, laying me on my back with a gentleness that belied the raw hunger in his gaze.
His lips left mine, only to blaze a trail down my throat, each kiss sending shock waves through my body.
A low moan escaped my throat, sounding foreign to my ears, but I didn’t care.
I was lost in the maelstrom of sensation as his mouth rained fire on me.
Matt’s lips blazed a trail across my collarbones, then lower, his tongue flicking against my nipple. He paused just long enough to meet my eyes, the smirk returning before he latched on to my nipple.
I bucked my hips, a strangled noise escaping my throat as his teeth scraped lightly over the sensitive peak. My head fell back, a boneless thump against the pillows, and my mouth dropped open on a silent plea for more.
I arched off the bed as he sucked and teased the sensitive nub. My mind turned into a chaotic jumble of white-hot pleasure and desperate need. Every touch, every flick of his tongue sent bolts of electricity straight to my core.
Still, he toyed with me, teased me, his mouth scorching a path down my torso, his tongue flicking and swirling until I was squirming and mindless, mewling for more. My fingers threaded through his hair, holding him to me as if he might vanish if I didn’t keep him anchored.
His hand skimmed down my abdomen, fingers dancing over my skin like they were tracing an invisible map. By the time he reached my cock, I was practically vibrating with anticipation.
Then his mouth was on me, enveloping my length, and the world exploded into pure sensation.
I cried out, my hips thrusting involuntarily as he took me deep, sucking hard in a way that had me seeing stars.
The slick heat of his mouth was my undoing, his tongue swirling and teeth scraping lightly, and I lost all sense of control as he drove me to the edge almost instantly.
My hips bucked helplessly as he worked me over with skilled precision.
I was adrift in a sea of sensation, my body arching off the bed, every nerve ending singing as I shattered, my hoarse cry echoing in the room.
I lost all semblance of control as he swirled his tongue around the head before plunging back down again.
Each pull and suck felt like it was drawing out every ounce of sanity I had left.
The pressure built to an unbearable peak until it finally shattered, leaving me undone and trembling beneath him as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me.
But Matt wasn’t done yet. His mouth worked me relentlessly through the storm of my climax, drawing out every last tremor until I was spent, my body limp and my mind afloat in a haze of pleasure.
Matt swallowed every last drop before pulling away with a satisfied grin that promised this was only the beginning.
Then his mouth was back on mine before I had a chance to catch my breath, his kiss a bruising blend of heat and possession.
I was still reeling from my climax, my limbs feeling like jelly, my mind floating in a fog of post-orgasmic bliss.
It was like being struck by lightning twice in quick succession—my body wasn’t sure if it should surrender or fight back.
When I finally regained some semblance of control, I realized Matt had shifted his attention to my neck. His lips grazed the sensitive skin just below my ear before he latched on, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. A yelp escaped me as I squirmed under his hold.
“Goddamn, you’re so fucking cute,” he murmured against my skin. “And such a turn-on.” His voice dripped with raw hunger, and I felt his erection pressing against me, growing harder and hotter with every passing second.
Oh hell. That definitely needed dealing with, and for the life of me, I wasn’t looking forward to it. My mind raced, scrambling for an excuse to delay the inevitable. My stomach growled—loudly—and inspiration struck.
“I’m starving,” I blurted out, struggling to wriggle free from his grip. “Can we pick this up after dinner?”
Matt sighed heavily, clearly not thrilled about hitting pause. He grabbed my hand and pressed it against his cock, making me feel the full extent of his arousal.
“This,” he said, his voice a low growl, “can’t wait until after dinner.”
I swallowed hard, the weight of his demand pressing down on me almost as heavily as his body.
“I’m not ready yet,” I stammered out, hoping he’d understand the real reason behind my hesitation. “I need to… prepare first.”
“Alright, pet.” Matt heaved a dramatic sigh, his eyes dancing with a mix of amusement and challenge.