Page 85 of Corrupted Pleasure

“Let’s finish our food,” I told her. Truthfully, we were both done, but I’d need a stiff drink to get myself together.

“You want me to sit and eat now?” She shrieked, her eyes wild and her breathing labored. My little thief was turned on as much as I was.

I ignored her smartass comment. It was for the best; otherwise, she’d come back with another sassy remark. Then I’d have to bend her over this table and spank her beautiful ass red and she wouldn’t be able to sit tomorrow.

We can’t have that on her wedding day, I mused silently.

Fuck, heat raced straight to my groin thinking about her beautiful, red ass and the way she’d pushed it against my palm. Like a cat.

“I can find someone who won’t leave me all hot and bothered,” she fumed, her eyes flashing like lightning bolts.

“There will be no other men for you,” I growled at her. “You’re mine now. ALL of you is mine. If you let any other man touch what’s mine, you cut their lives short.” I leaned forward, inhaling her scent deep into my lungs. “And they’ll suffer first.” I reached out and rubbed my thumb over her bottom lip. Her tongue darted out and licked it. “Good girl,” I purred and she followed up by a gentle nip of her teeth. “Your mouth is mine. Your breasts are mine. Your pussy is mine. Your ass is mine.”

I trailed my hand down her chest, over her breasts, pinching her nipples through her little yellow spring dress, her arms bare and tempting me. She moaned, her eyelids half-closed.

“Every inch of your body belongs to me now, Davina.”

A soft whimper left her lips and I’d bet my life she was drenched. I stood up from my spot and without prompting, she did the same. Her eyes darkened with lust and she took a small step, bringing herself chest-to-chest with me.

She might have hated the idea of marrying me, but she couldn’t deny she wanted me. If nothing else, we’d have a good time fucking. And she’d be safe from the Italians and Russians. And anyone else who dared threaten my wife.

Her arms came up and she wrapped them around my neck. I needed to bury myself inside her. Pulling her up by her thighs, she wrapped her legs around me.

Right now, it was just us. Nobody else. Not her friends. Not the Italians. Not the Russians. Not her lousy thieving abilities.

I captured her mouth in a kiss, possessive and demanding. During our first kiss I’d realized I was fucked. She tasted like heaven. A sweet addiction.

Addictive.She tasted likemine.

She parted her lips, letting me in. Her tongue brushed against mine and I wanted more. No woman had ever tasted like her. If I thought her pussy tasted addicting, it was nothing to her lips. She gave my top lip a gentle lick, stealing my breath away. God, if there was a blissful way to go, this had to be it.

I nipped her bottom lip, then carried her to my bedroom. I’d fuck her senseless until I put that ring on her finger. Then I’d fuck her some more, until she screamed my name. Until she couldn’t remember anyone else’s name but mine.

I put her on the bed, her fingers clutching at my hair, unwilling to let go. Her legs remained locked behind me as if she was scared I’d leave her.

As if. Nobody and nothing would pull me away from her right now.

“I-I need-” she breathed, her breath hot against me and clawing at my shirt. The bedroom was dark, except for the bathroom light that threw light over her pale skin.

“Me too,” I admitted. “I need to taste your pussy.” She visibly shuddered underneath me. “I need to bury my cock inside you.”

She moaned, her skin blushing attractively.

Sitting up, I pulled off my shirt and worked on my pants next while she got out of her dress. I stared at her curvy body in a strapless bra. She had curves in all the right places, just the way I loved it. I never liked women to be just skin and bones. I wanted to feel their flesh, hold on to their hips as I pounded into them.

She was perfect.

Arching her back, she gave me access to reach behind her and unclip her bra. Then I discarded it onto the hardwood floor with the softest rustle.

“Fucking goddess,” I rasped more to myself than her.

Her legs parted and I could see her slick desire glistening on her inner thighs. Fuck! It made my mouth water. I draped my much bigger body over hers, my mouth ravaging every inch of her pale skin, nibbling and kissing. She writhed against me, rubbing like a cat, begging for more.

I grabbed her waist and flipped us over, sitting her on top of me. She squealed in surprise, not expecting the move.

Grabbing her by the back of her neck, I pulled her in for a possessive, bruising kiss.

“I want you riding my face,” I whispered against her lips. “Just like our first time.” Her lips parted and her panting got harder. “Show me what a good girl you are.”