Page 16 of Chained By Fate (Dark Billionaires: Vegas #1)
Before I could protest further, he maneuvered me onto my hands and knees, positioning me just the way he wanted. My stomach cramped with nervous butterflies, and my heart hammered like a drum. This was really happening.
“Wait,” I said in a small voice, hating the way I sounded—like a nervous kitten about to be devoured by a tiger. I shifted uncomfortably, my gaze flicking around the room. “Didn’t you hear what I said? I’m hungry. Can we just?—?”
“Relax, pup,” he murmured, his breath hot on the back of my neck as he nuzzled my earlobe with his lips. “I know.”
A shiver coursed through me at his intimate tone. His hands slid down my hips, warm and possessive, before he whispered his next request. “Clamp your legs together, nice and tight.”
Confusion flashed through me before realization hit like a lightning bolt. Oh. I did as instructed, squeezing my thighs firmly together.
He nestled himself behind me, his body a firm barrier against mine. I felt the graze of his belt against my backside as he undid it, followed by the soft rustle of his zipper. The sound, strangely enough, sent a shiver down my spine, anticipation mixing with nervousness.
Matt’s arms wrapped around me, his embrace tight and possessive as he pressed himself fully against my back, his arousal a hot brand against me. My body thrummed with awareness, every nerve ending tingling.
When his large erection slipped between my legs, I bit back a gasp. Matt’s cock rubbed against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, the friction igniting sparks of pleasure that shot straight to my core.
He started moving. It was a slow glide back and forth, his length sliding between my clamped thighs was an erotic torture I hadn’t expected. Every forward thrust rubbed against my own growing arousal, sending jolts of pleasure through me that left me breathless.
A low groan rumbled through Matt’s chest, the vibrations reverberating through me.
My eyes fluttered shut, my head falling forward as I relished the friction.
It was a maddening tease, each stroke of his hardness between my thighs sending shivers through my body, sparking pleasure that pooled in my core.
I couldn’t stop myself from peeking down, catching a glimpse of Matt’s cock—a thick, hardened length of flesh, bigger and longer than mine. It was an intimately erotic sight, one that ignited a flame of desire deep in my gut.
Without realizing it, I found myself growing hard again, my body responding to the sensual torture. It took me by surprise, this reaction, and part of me was shocked at my own audacity.
Matt’s hand ghosted over my hip, sliding forward to wrap around my newfound erection, giving it a teasing squeeze.
His thumb rubbed against the tip, spreading the bead of pre-cum that had formed there.
“Look at that,” he purred in a tone dripping with smug satisfaction, his lips brushing my ear.
“My cute pet is hard again. How naughty.”
An involuntary moan escaped my lips, part pleasure, part mortification, as I realized how turned on I was.
“Damn it, you arrogant billionaire, I’m starving!” I tried to wriggle free, hoping to ignite some sense of urgency. I wasn’t just saying it for effect; my stomach was literally growling, but so was another part of my anatomy.
Matt chuckled, his breath hot against my neck. “Patience, kitten,” he purred. “Good things come to those who wait. And these things are meant to be savored.”
“But I don’t wanna wait!”
The full-body friction was driving me crazy, igniting every nerve ending I had. My skin felt too tight, and every rub of his cock against mine threatened to send me over the edge. It was a maddening kind of pleasure, and I was perilously close to losing it.
Matt chose that moment to grip my hip and shift his lower body just so, sending a spark of exquisite pleasure straight to my core.
“Oh, fuck!” The expletive ripped from my throat, tearing through the thin veil of resistance that remained.
“Sensitive?” His lips teased the shell of my ear, nipping lightly at the lobe. “I do love how responsive you are.” His words were like a tactile caress.
“Responsive, my ass,” I managed to grunt. “It’s like you wired every nerve ending in my body to you!”
He chuckled, the rumble vibrating through me. “If only you knew, kitten.”
Before I could question that cryptic remark, he guided my face toward his for a kiss, his lips slanting over mine.
The kiss alone was enough to tie my insides into knots of longing.
It felt like his kiss was pulling something deep from within me, wrapping it around his finger and taking it prisoner.
It made me want to run and hide or scream and beg for more—I couldn’t decide which.
And then he was thrusting between my thighs again, setting off sparks that ricocheted through my body, pooling in my groin.
My toes curled at the delicious friction of his hardness against mine, his heavy sac resting against my backside, his breath scorching my neck.
My skin flushed hot as he quickened his rhythm and squeezed my cock harder.
I was a writhing, desperate mess beneath him, and that’s when he whispered something that made every hair on my body stand up. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this, my wild cat.”
His words were a final spark to the kindling—I shattered, my hoarse cry muffled by his mouth as he swallowed my frenzied moans. My body pulsed with each devastating stroke, and I surrendered to the white-hot tide that swept me away, my body bowing under his as I basked in the aftershocks.
I lay dazed, feeling Matt’s lips trail kisses down my cheek, his voice rumbling against me. “You’re adorable when you come undone,” he whispered against my lips, amusement laced with tenderness in his voice.
I couldn’t muster the energy for a witty retort. Instead, I let myself bask in the afterglow of what had just happened—shocked by how beautiful it had been despite everything else.
With a final tender kiss, Matt whispered, “Let’s get you something to eat, hmm?”
I nodded numbly, still trying to piece myself back together. I felt wrecked and utterly consumed.