Page 71 of Devious Corruption

“No?” He leans down, brushing his thick, warm lips across my collarbone. “You don’t think you were wrong?”

My brain is on strike. I have no idea what he’s talking about.

And he realizes it when he lines up our gazes. His left eyebrow arches into a perfect little peak over his dark eye.

A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.

“Spread your legs for me,” he orders, gliding his hand over my stomach then down further until his fingers wiggle between my thighs.

“I…this is a bad idea.”

He kisses me. At first it’s soft, yielding, but quickly, it becomes something more. Something intense and claiming. His tongue licks at my bottom lip until I open, just enough for him to slide it through.

Someone moans.

Oh, hell. It’s me. I’m moaning.

It’s his fingers. They’re doing that thing again, touching me.

When did I open my legs?

“You’re much better at obeying when I distract you,” he says, kissing my cheek.

He presses one knee inside my legs, spreading me wider so he can settle between them.

“So stop distracting me.” It’s supposed to be a command. But my voice is as weak as the rest of me when his fingers pull back the hood of my pussy and expose my clit to his attentions.

“This is a good distraction.” He presses the flat of his middle finger over my clit, rubbing it gently in circles.

He’s right. It’s the perfect distraction.

“You’re so expressive,” he says, and my eyes fly open.

When had I closed them? I need to get better at being on my guard around him. He’s plowing through my defenses too easily today.

“So pretty,” he whispers, easing two fingers into my pussy.

Still tender from last night, I tense and push against his shoulders.

“Shhh, it’s okay. It will get better in a second.” He curls his fingers, hitting a magical button deep inside me that sends a tsunami of arousal through my body. “See, better.”

“Yes.” I nod. “Much better.”

He chuckles, dipping his head down and nudging my nipple with the tip of his tongue.

Another sound escapes me as he drags his teeth over the distended peak.

“You like pain mixed with the pleasure,” he says as he bites down over my breast.

I arch my back, hissing with the pain and moaning with the pleasure that courses through my muscles at the same time. It should be impossible to feel so much from such a small bit of sensation.

“Hmmm, your pussy’s so wet for me.” He licks my nipple. “Bend your legs, Max. Hook them on my hips so when I sink into you, you can pull me in.”

“I don’t know.”

He holds himself up on his forearms. “You don’t know?”

A dark swirl of amusement takes over his eyes.