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My heart was pounding rapidly in my heaving chest, my breath lodged in my throat as I stared into Daniel’s sexy brown eyes. I was trembling, my lips quivering at his touch. His fingers grazing my hard nipples sent tremors down my core, my thighs brushing against each other.

The tingling sensation between my legs accentuated my desire, and my whole body wouldn’t stop shivering. A perfect blend of heat and cold spread through my system like poison, breaking all of my defenses. I was vulnerable, afraid of giving in to this insane temptation.

His body—his rigid, masculine frame—was pressed against mine, the rich scent of his cologne invading my senses. His grip around my waist was firm yet tender at the same time. The feeling of his hand cupping my left breast, caressing and tuning my nipple, left me wanting more.

But how could I do that? I wasn’t in love with this man. He was evil and was the reason for my pain and suffering. Giving in to this temptation felt wrong; it was all shades of wrong. I tried to think of Liam in that moment of weakness, trying to remind myself that this was just as good as cheating on my fiancé. But none of my tactics seemed to be working.

Despite my reservations, my body craved Daniel. I wanted him, and I wanted him so badly. His touch had ignited something within me, a flame of passion that I couldn’t quench. The truth was, I didn’t want to. Deep down, underneath my struggles, I loved the feeling of being vulnerable around him. I loved the way his possessive hand wrapped around my waist.

He’d challenged me to pull away, to tell him to stop. But did I really want that? Did I want him to stop? No.

My voice of reason whispered in my head that I would most likely regret it if I let this happen. I knew that I would feel so guilty after this, but right now, that wasn’t my problem. All I wanted was to have him deep inside me.

Fuck him now, regret later, I thought to myself, my eyes darting across his ridiculously attractive body.

The sight of Daniel’s broad torso stole my breath away. His muscles seemed to ripple underneath his skin like the gentle lapping of waves on a seashore. Daniel’s abs were a work of art, each muscle impeccably defined and separated as if sculpted by a divine hand.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t help but be drawn to the chiseled expanse of his chest and stomach, which seemed to gleam in the soft lights.

His fingers effortlessly slid off the strap of my nightgown, eyes darting to my bosom with a glint of satisfaction dancing in their depths. My left breast was exposed, trapping his gaze. Daniel’s breath against my skin was warm as he leaned in, his head mirroring mine, our lips inches apart.

Oh, God, no.

I steeled myself, my body stiffening and my heart hammering so loudly that I thought it was about to explode from my chest.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered in my face, his lips grazing over mine.

Sparks of electricity jolted across my body, shattering what little zeal to fight I had left.

“Say it,” he added, daring me with so much confidence lacing his low, husky voice.

I shut my eyes for a fleeting moment, my head edging closer to his. My heart was racing with anticipation as I awaited the moment he’d land that kiss.

In less than a second, his lips crashed against mine, sealing them with a deep and fervent kiss that sent shivers sprinting down my spine. I drew a long breath, eyes still shut, basking in the euphoria that came with this action. His hands framed my face, tongue gliding into my mouth as our heads tilted to the side, each reveling in the heat of the passion.

How could something so wrong feel so right? And how come I couldn’t control myself?

I should have pulled away; I should have shoved him back and put an end to this terrible mistake, but I couldn’t. His kiss was too good, too hot to ignore, and my body was already melting into his touch. The deeper the kiss, the more I felt myself surrendering to him. All my logic had gone out the window, and my tiny voice of reason was silenced.

His kiss was rough, his lips devouring mine with the fervor of a hungry beast. His hands grabbed my waist, pulling me to himself, and his erection brushed against my thigh. I kissed him back, reciprocating the same fervor, the same energy. My hands traversed his broad torso, feeling the ridges of his abs underneath my palms.

The deeper the kiss, the more I wanted him, and the more I felt something that I was too scared to name. I gasped, breaking the kiss for just a moment, but his lips reclaimed them, leaving no room for hesitation. His hands fondled my breasts while our kiss deepened, and I moaned in his mouth. My body shivered at his touch, and my pussy was dripping wet, anticipating his cock.

I felt weightless for a moment until I realized he’d lifted me off the floor. My legs locked around his waist, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, my tongue sliding into his mouth.

He set me down on a table, his hands caressing and traveling up my thighs. Daniel broke the kiss and stared into my eyes, his lips curling into a dangerous smirk. “You’re mine now,” he whispered, his hand resting on my underpants.

I let out a soft groan, and my face contorted in pleasure as his fingers slid up and down the fabric of my panties.

“You naughty little girl,” he said, eyes boring into mine. “You’re wet for Daddy already.”

I was embarrassed but also more turned on by his words, and when he slid my panties to the side, and his middle finger penetrated my entrance, I gasped. My body stiffened, legs spreading apart as he pushed further into my cunt, his gaze locked to mine. I gripped the edge of the table, my head arching upward, lost in ecstasy.

He leaned closer and kissed the nape of my neck, his lips pressed to my skin, fingers working their magic on my wet cunt. His free hand massaged the back of my head, fingers digging into my scalp. It was so good that my eyes rolled back into their sockets, a wave of ecstasy surging through my blood.

Daniel went lower, his teeth grazing over my nipple while simultaneously fingering my pussy.

“Oh, my God,” I panted, my back aching in pleasure and my fingers tightly gripping the edge of the table.

The dual action was driving me nuts, and I was shivering like I’d caught a cold. Daniel was good with his mouth and fingers, and as his head traveled lower, my breath ceased, hitching in my throat. I looked down at him, my chest rising and falling in anticipation as a flutter swelled up within me.

His strong arms parted my legs, his lips kissing and licking my thighs. Daniel met my gaze, flashing me a grin as he pulled me closer to the edge and lowered his head between my legs.

I watched him sniff my cunt as if reveling in the scent of my arousal. Daniel’s fingers grasped my pantries by the waistband and effortlessly yanked them off. I could feel my anxiety brewing, my body tensing as his head drew closer to my bare entrance, neatly shaved. He stuck his tongue out and licked my juice, sliding the tip upward.

My body vibrated at this action, and I gripped the table’s edge even tighter. He did it again, pulling an abrupt moan from my lips.

“You taste really good,” he whispered, raising his head to look at my face.

I nodded—a reflexive move that left me embarrassed, especially because I almost thanked him for the remark.

His lips curled into his signature smirk, and he buried his head between my legs, eating me up with a primal hunger. My hand flew to my face, which was, by now, contorted in pleasure, my palm sealing my lips. I felt a number of emotions travel across my body at the same time as my hand muffled my moans.

Daniel’s drool mixed with my juice, the perfect blend that sent shivers down my spine. My toes curled in pleasure, and my breath hitched in my throat as I tried to suppress my moans. Daniel’s tongue glided through my entrance in an up-down gesture that caused my legs to quiver. He sucked on my clit, swollen with desire, and his hands reached up to fondle my breasts.

I took my palm off my mouth, and a sweet moan fell from my lips. “Oh, fuck!”

As though my soft exclamation had fueled his passion, he buried his face deeper, his tongue sucking me even better. My hand caressed his head, fingers massaging his scalp as if to encourage him to keep eating.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck….” The words tumbled out of my mouth in an erotic rush, my legs trembling in the air.

I tossed my hands behind my back and cleared the surface of the table, shoving off the books on top of it. I lay down on my back, writhing in ecstasy, basking in the sensation coursing through my veins. My hands flew into my hair, eyes shutting as I bucked my hips, seeking deeper contact.

Daniel still wouldn’t stop. He continued to eat me, his tongue traveling into my cunt. Clearly, he was enjoying my juice as much as I was enjoying the way he ate me up real good. I arched my back, my body writhing over the surface of the table as shock waves spread across my entire system. My brain was blank, and all I could feel was pure, unbridled pleasure.

Daniel raised his head, taking a pause from eating my pussy. My eyes reopened, and my gaze fell on him, my breath still very much hard to catch. I stared at him in awe, wondering what he just did to me and the realm his mouth had taken me to.

He wiped the remnants of my juice off his lips and pulled me up, my ass on the table. I reached for his face, claiming those enticing lips, kissing them unashamedly. His hands fondled my breasts, and while he was at that, mine slid down to his joggers, tracing the print of his cock. His erection was so fucking hard, amplifying my longing for him. My manicured hands grasped his waistband while still fervently devouring his lips. I tugged down his joggers and dipped my hand inside, withdrawing his cock.

I broke the kiss for a moment, struggling to catch my breath as my gaze dropped to the organ in my hand. My eyes widened ever so slightly at the sight of his long cock, my hand stroking his length. Daniel reclaimed my lips, pulling me closer as I positioned the cap over my entrance. While our heads danced to the rhythm of the passion between us, I teased my pussy by brushing his cap over my entrance.

Gently, I slid his shaft inside me, my eyes widening through the process. I tore my lips off his, a soft gasp escaping my mouth as my hands flew around his neck. Daniel grabbed my ass, pulling me closer, his cock traveling deeper inside me. The connection was surprisingly satisfying, awakening a feeling that I’d yet to name.

However, it wasn’t enough. I wanted more.

And more he gave me.

Daniel plunged into me with relentless strokes, my breasts bouncing up and down as I moaned in his face. His waist ground into mine, his cock penetrating deeply into my pussy. My legs hung in the air, trembling, his body colliding against mine. Daniel’s vigorous thrusts hit my G-spot on each stroke, his fingers digging into my ass. I pulled my head backward just enough to have a look at his face, and that was when his hand snapped to my neck.

His grip was mild as he choked me, his eyes boring into mine and his cock driving deeper and deeper. I grasped the edges of the table for support, my eyes rolling backward. My face was a mask of pleasure, and the air was filled with the scent of our sweat, blending with the sound of my moans.

Daniel leaned forward and licked my neck, his grip still choking me. He sucked on my breasts, one at a time, before straightening, staring into my eyes as he fucked the hell out of my pussy.

The harder his thrusts, the louder my moans.

He went on and on, driving into that pussy like he owned it. His breath hitched, and soon, he unleashed a primal growl that signaled his arrival. Daniel shot his cum deep inside me, filling me up with his load, his legs trembling in the process.

Once every drop was inside me, he raised his head, and we locked gazes, spent. His fingers combed through my hair, dampened with sweat, and we stared at each other without a word, each gasping for air.

As the moment went by, that guilt, that self-hatred, started to creep back in, opening my eyes to what great mistake I’d made. The realization hit me hard: Daniel Tarasov had just fucked me—the same man who kidnapped me on my wedding day and ruined my life.

What have I done? I thought, my heart sinking into my chest.