Page 17 of Scorned Beauty (Scorned Fate #5)

The short ride interrupted my exploration, but the caveman in me wanted to dominate. When the doors slid open, I tossed her over my shoulder.

“Dom, what the…” She pounded my back.

My hand caressed her round ass.

Mine.

Sloane once complained about her curvy ass, but I debunked her of that notion by leaving possessive marks on it with my teeth and fingers. After sex, it was one of my favorite activities to do while I recharged and then fucked her all over again.

The Lava room was two doors from the elevator. A floor-to-ceiling window overlooked the celebration below. With the change of plans, I was restrategizing the many ways I was going to worship her body. I entered the room, kicked the door closed, and lowered her.

I checked my watch.

Five minutes until midnight. I sauntered to the ice bucket of chilled champagne. “Take off your underwear and face the window with your legs apart.”

Sloane crossed her arms. “Make me.”

Electricity pinged between us. Oh, baby, wanna play? I’m game . Amusement curved my lips as my gaze shifted to hers. “You want it rough?”

“I got all wet when you surprised me from behind and covered my mouth.”

My movements froze while the predatory instincts I’d been harboring toward her all evening heated my veins. I lowered the champagne and prowled toward her. Her throat bobbed.

“Do we need a safe word?”

“Or I can just kick you in the balls.”

That sass. I would take pleasure in choking her with my cock, but I was desperate to have the walls of her cunt strangling the life out of it instead. Tense need stiffened my posture.

“Just so we’re clear, you want me to force you?”

“Yes. It’s called consensual nonconsent.”

I occasionally went to sex clubs and became familiar with this kink.

I chuckled and her mouth was forming a smile when I surprised her and spun her around.

Pushing her toward the couch, I shoved her to her knees and bent her at the waist so her upper body was splayed across the couch.

Capturing her wrists in one hand, I unbuckled my belt and whipped it off.

She tried to buck me off, but having people in this position was second nature to me and it wasn’t always a sexual scenario.

I leaned over her. “If I’d known you had the rape kink, I would have prepared better. ”

“Fuck you.”

She continued to struggle, and I lined my erection between her shapely ass, letting her feel how much she aroused me. “Soon, baby.”

I looped her wrists together behind her back. I was so hard for her, I could rub myself and come right there, but why deny her a fantasy?

I got up to get the champagne.

Sloane knee-walked a turn so she could glare at me.

“What?” I smirked. “I was getting the champagne.”

Three minutes to midnight. “You look so pretty on your knees.”

“Go to hell.”

“Tsk, tsk, such language.”

I tipped the bottle and drizzled it all over her.

“Ahhh…shit, Dom, that’s cold!”

“It’s not. Stop being a wimp and you’re supposed to be scared or pissed.”

She glared up at me. I lowered my hand and thumbed her fat bottom lip.

“Baby, how I want to shove my cock in your mouth right now and have you gagging, but that’ll have to wait. I’m going to lick every inch of you, starting with your cunt.” Then I yanked her up. “Now, let’s welcome the new year while you scream my name.”

I positioned her against the window. It had a reflective coating that wouldn’t allow anyone from the outside to look in, so anyone in the celebratory room who looked up wouldn’t see Sloane spread-eagled with me feasting on her from behind.

But with her hands bound behind her back, it presented me with a problem.

“Now, how do I get the dress off?”

Her eyes widened and her mouth parted. “Don’t you dare.”

“Shh…this is your fantasy, remember?” I was going by instinct now. The instinct to give her what she needed. The instinct to deliver on her kink. I reached for the knife in my ankle sheath. Fear momentarily passed over her features before her eyes flashed with rebellion.

That’s my girl.

My fingers grasped the neckline of her dress and, making sure I shot her a villain-worthy smile, I sliced the fabric in two, exposing her tits and those pouty nipples.

“No bra.”

“You asshole.”

“Ah…ah…don’t move.” I traced the tip of the knife down her neck.

Her pulse fluttering madly sent a gaping hunger inside me; I was drooling for a taste of her defiant fear.

I tossed the knife away. There was more of this game to explore, but making her bleed wasn’t on the agenda tonight. I sucked on a nipple.

“Get off me!” She fought and I bit her on the side of her breast. Leaving marks was my kink, but only with Sloane. I was self-aware enough to admit that I wanted to remind her she was mine because I didn’t see her as often as I’d like. Her knee came up and I knocked it away.

The crowd below us roared. Less than two minutes to make her come.

I spun her away from me and flattened her chest against the glass.

“Are you sure they can’t see us?”

“What do you think?” I rasped by her ear.

“Dom.”

“You’re at my mercy, got it?” I stabbed two fingers into her pussy. “Fuck, baby, you’re soaked. Really, really soaked.”

“Get off me!” She punched her hips back, then she immediately went slack. “Shit, did I scream too loud?”

I chuckled. “One of these days, I’m going to get you to a cabin in the woods and live out whatever fantasy you want.”

As much as she was enjoying this, she hadn’t completely surrendered her inhibitions yet.

“Let go.” The scent of her excitement hit my nose, and I forgot our game.

Dropping to my knees, I dragged my nose up her thigh, letting my tongue lick up the traces of her arousal. I nipped the fat lips of her pussy.

“Ahhh, please...”

“Please what?” I murmured, inhaling her deeply. God, I’d been dreaming of this all night long. “Please let you go? Please make you come?”

“Make me come…”

“You’ve been a brat, haven’t you?” I tongued her one last time before I discarded that flimsy fabric she called underwear. Without wasting another second, I buried my face between her legs and got lost in the pleasure of her taste.

My God, she was delicious.

Tongue plunging inside her, I unleashed my hunger and ate and ate, licking every drop she gave up.

The revelry below us grew louder, and I wished I could hear Sloane’s cries as I made her come.

Her clit was swollen and she gushed all over my tongue.

I licked every drop before realizing the countdown had begun.

I rose to my full height and freed her wrists, then I gently turned her around.

We stared at each other. She was panting. Her mascara had smeared, but she was still the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen.

Tenderness and an unnamed emotion tugged at my chest.

The count hit one, and cheers erupted. “Happy New Year!”

“Happy New Year, baby,” I murmured against her lips.

“Happy New Year,” she whispered back.

Then we kissed, gentle, and then deep. I unzipped my trousers and freed my cock, then lifted Sloane against the window and fucked her.