Page 29 of The Masks We Wear (Satan’s Angels #1)
Her lips part and desperation crossed her face before she catches me off guard by fisting my t-shirt and pulling me down so that my lips crash onto hers.
The familiarity of her lips and the scent of her flooding my nostrils consumes me and before the voice of reason within me can tell me this is a horrible idea, I push her into her room and close the door behind us.
I fist her hair in one hand and pull her head back, angling her face towards mine.
The small breath that escapes her lips as our eyes meet and we get lost in each other is soon stolen by my lips reclaiming hers.
Our tongues connect and my other hand roams down the side of her body until I cup her ass in one hand.
The small moan that escapes her is enough to have me hardening beneath my sweatpants.
I lose control with her, ignoring all logic and promises to stay away from her.
I’m too overwhelmed with appreciation for what she’s done for my sister and just all things her that I don’t care about any consequences at this moment.
Both my hands grab both sides of her thighs and lift her so that she wraps her legs around my waist and we’re brought to eye level.
I walk us to her bed, never breaking our kiss.
She pulls away to catch her breath and smirks, “What happened to last time being a mistake that we never repeat?”
“You happened.” I growl as I toss her onto the bed and lean down over her, propping my elbows up on both sides of her head.
She wraps her arms around my neck and I bring a hand down to feel her breasts through the silky smooth material.
Her nipples are pebbled under the fabric and I pinch one to tease her.
The noise she makes in response only encourages me further as I slide a hand completely under her shirt, the calloused skin of my palm feeling the bare skin of her breast. I palm her until I get impatient and entirely desperate for more of her and I lift the hem of her top above her head, only breaking the kiss for a split second.
She moans as I remove my mouth from hers and trail kisses down her neck until I stop at her bare breasts.
Her nipples are a light brown color, a few shades darker than her sun kissed skin and when my mouth closes over a peak, she cries out.
I lick, suck, and palm her breasts, savoring the sounds she makes in response to me and the way her body reacts to my touch.
My hunger for her grows and I become desperate for more of her.
I remove my mouth and hover above her lips whispering, “What is it about you that makes it so incredibly hard to stay away?” A hint of irritation laces my tone but not at her, with myself.
She grins, “Probably the same thing that makes it impossible to stay away from you.”
Her response does something to me and I dip a hand into her shorts, beneath her panties until I find the slickness between her thighs.
She exhales audibly and arches her back, her brows furrowing with arousal.
I know right away that what we’re about to do is a mistake but at this moment, I can’t bring myself to care.
I once looked down on Brody for being addicted to substances, but I can no longer look down on her since I’ve become addicted to a substance myself. The substance in question is her .
Brody
HIS FINGERS REENACT WHAT they did to me in my home studio.
He finger fucks me into oblivion, all while whispering provocative seditions in my ears that only push me over the edge further.
Just when my orgasm is about to find me, he withdraws his fingers and grins into my mouth, “You thought you were gonna come on my fingers again without asking?”
My nostrils flare with my irritation at the ruined orgasm. “Enough of your fucking games. I can make myself come if you won’t.”
The image my threat sends him must arouse him as his hard length presses into my center. He grabs my jaw with a firm grip, “If you want to come, Little Rockstar, you’ll have to ask nicely because the only way you’re coming tonight is if I’m responsible.”
I push him, “Fuck. You.”
He catches me completely off guard as he slides my silk shorts down my thighs along with my panties and tosses them somewhere on the floor around the bed.
I realize I’m completely bare and on display for him while he’s still fully clothed.
He grabs both of my thighs and pushes them open and when he takes in the sight of me practically dripping for him, he smirks cockily and grins at me, looking up through a devilish expression, “You can pretend to hate me all you want but we both know it’s a lie. ”
Before I can snap back with a witty response, he drops down until his mouth covers my pussy.
The gasp that escapes me at the feeling of his warm mouth and his tongue on my clit surprises even me.
His fingers dig into both of my thighs in a bruising grip, and I can’t bring myself to care, in pure bliss over the way he makes me feel.
He looks up at me to catch my reaction to him and pleased by whatever he sees on my face, he pushes two fingers inside of me and moves them in time with the lapping on my clit. “Do you like when I eat your pussy while my fingers are inside you, Little Rockstar?” He asks the filthiest of questions.
I nod, too overtaken by ecstasy to snap at him. “Yes.”
“Good girl,” he growls, pleased with my lack of attitude and smart comments.
He continues licking, sucking, and fingering, his hands moving up to cup my breasts and pinch my nipples and before I know it, I feel the familiar warmth pooling low in my belly and heat spreading from the bundle of nerves between my legs, up my body.
My body starts to tremble beneath him as my orgasm reaches its peak.
“You remember the rules. Ask nicely and I’ll let you come on my tongue. ”
I squeeze my eyes shut at the loss of his mouth on my clit. The warmth starts to fade and I beg, desperately, “Please let me come.” Only Harvey can make me beg and plead and it’s infuriating. I’d never beg a man for anything, but Harvey seems to be the only outlier in a sea full of men.
Pleased with my obedience, he lowers his head and works me and the fading sense of warmth comes back in full swing.
I cry out as it reaches me and fist the bed sheets.
Just when I think I’ve had enough, his fingers curl around my g-spot and another cry tears from my throat as my orgasm finds me and I come on his tongue and fingers.
When the waves of my orgasm have finally finished rolling through me, Harvey withdraws his fingers and sucks them clean the same way he did in the studio.
I reach for the hem of his sweatpants, needing more of him but he stops me by grabbing my hands.
“We can’t go there,” he protests and the detached look that he had before leaving the studio comes back to his face.
I sit up, completely frustrated. “What?” I snap.
He avoids my eye, “Brody, we can’t go that far,” he leaves no room for argument.
I guess it’s a good thing I love to argue. “So let me get this straight, you can finger fuck me on two occasions and eat me out but we can’t have sex?”
He sighs and frowns, “If we cross that line, we both know we’ll never stop. We talked about this, my job and reputation are at stake here.”
I snort a laugh in pure sarcasm. “You’re unbelievable,” I push away from him and gather my clothes from the floor.
When I reluctantly turn to face him, he hasn’t moved from the foot of the bed.
He just watched me with a distant expression, the same way he looked at me when he ignored me for days after our last encounter.
“So now what? Are you gonna ignore me and treat me like I don’t exist again for a few days until we make another truce and then violate the truce?
” I put my clothes back on and avoid looking at him.
“Because if that’s what you think is gonna happen, you’re dead wrong.
I’m not gonna be a toy you play with and then throw away when you’re done playing.
” The hurt in my voice must force the reaction from him.
He rises from the foot of the bed and hovers over me.
“Do you have any idea what’s on the line for me?
The consequences of getting caught are worse for me than they are for you.
My reputation and my job are on the line.
Selene could terminate my contract. If you get caught, she’ll probably just yell at you a few times and then let you go back to doing whatever it is you do but you’ll have a new person watching you, living with you, and drug testing you. ”
“If you’re so worried about consequences, why did you do it again?” I snap, raising my voice.
He sighs, rubbing the spot between his eyes. “Because I can’t control myself around you, Brody. We both know it.”
I flare my nostrils, “I don’t know what to tell you. I may have kissed you tonight, but you started it last time and then you finished it tonight.
“I know,” he says, irritated. “But if Selene finds out-”
“She won’t find out. I haven’t told anyone and I’m not going to,” I cut him off.
We both pause and wait for the other to speak.
A full minute must pass before he lowers his voice and lets his guard down in a way I’ve never seen from him.
He looks truly disappointed and defeated.
“This won’t happen again, Brody. I know I said it last time and then tonight happened, but I mean it this time.
I won’t touch you again and that’s final.
I’ll keep myself under control and keep this strictly professional from now on. ”
I scoff and he walks towards the door. He places a hand on it to open it but hesitates, “I’m not trying to play games with you or treat you like a toy.
My job is important to me and I don’t want to risk losing it or hurting my reputation.
Tonight was another lapse in judgment, and it was another mistake.
You and I aren’t supposed to exist in each other’s worlds, it’s best for both of us if we remember that and go our separate ways once our time together is over in another month and a half.
” His voice comes out low before he opens the door and leaves me standing there alone and hurt for the second time.