Without realizing it, I rocked my hips, fucking myself against his fingers, my moans growing wilder. Never in my wildest dreams would I’ve imagined that this amount of pleasure existed. Then as if that wasn’t enough, he moved to crouch behind me before his mouth covered my rear entrance, rolling his tongue over it before sucking hard while his finger still manipulated my clit and the other slid in and out of my pussy.
“Holy shit,” I whimpered, not sure which of his three actions to focus on because together they stole the oxygen to my lungs. I was panting now, my nails doing some severe damage to the table covering. That earlier ache climbing, ready to explode and just when I felt my body on that last sliver of restraint, it all ended.
He withdrew his fingers, standing.
“No. Please.” My body snapped upright but his chest tight against my back, prevented me from turning around. “Why are you stopping?” I cringed. Was that me sounding so pathetically eager?
His laugh was husky, shiver-inducing. “Because I have other plans for you, my pet.”
“I’m not,” annoyed, I foolishly retaliated and felt him stiffen against me. God, when would I learn to shut up?
“Don’t challenge me, girl. I’ll fuck your sweet virgin pussy so hard, you’ll forget how to walk for a week, maybe more,” cold steel coated his words. A shudder ravaged through me, this time for a different reason. Fear. Hesitation. Either he sensed my dread or felt the tension in my suddenly rigid body because his next words floated like a paper boat on the calmest waters. “Is that what you want?”
“No,” I forced calm into my body. There was a lot riding on this, but I didn’t plan on becoming anyone’s doormat, not even if he chilled the shit out of me.
Expecting to walk away, I was surprised when he asked, “What do you want?”
“I want you to fuck me,” I gasped, shocked by the easy desperation flowing from my mouth. God, I was such a freak.
“Call me sir and I will.” He sucked my earlobe between his teeth, and I just about melted against him, my pussy muscles clenched, crooning for his cock.
“No.” I held onto my waning remnants of strength to not be a willing participant. A risky move but it was worth a try. Given the way he was making love to my ear, I had half a chance of winning.
He drew back and I let out a surprised squeal when he lifted me into his arms. My hand automatically hooking around his neck. All I felt was rigid muscles. In the arms under my thighs and back, in the chest and stomach against my side, in the shoulders beneath my arm. He didn’t move, his masked face angled downward to look at me.
“Beneath every innocent woman, lies an untamed dark horse waiting for the perfect rider. Are you ready to be broken in, my little pet?”
His insinuation clear, I turned scarlet on the skin from my neck upward, growing warm. I felt those eyes, hidden behind the tiny dark gray nets, caressed my face, leaving me wondering what color they were. My gaze drifted to his lips. Pink and succulent, the bottom lip fuller than the top, I licked my lips imagining what it would feel like to be kissed by him.
He carried me easily, not even a grunt or hard exhale, to the bed where he set me down. Despite the velvety covers beneath my body, I couldn’t enjoy the feel. My attention focused disarmingly on the man standing with one knee pressed into the mattress, at the foot of the bed, his cloaked eyes leaving unnerved wondering what he saw when he looked at me.
My bottom lip between my teeth, my insides resembling a rolling tsunami, I watched him undress. He slipped off his jacket and tossed it on the sofa. Next, he unbuttoned his shirt, letting it slip off his broad shoulders, down his muscular inked forearms, falling to the floor and revealing his toned, tattooed chest. The man was Greek god perfection, and I counted my lucky stars I hadn’t ended up with one of the others.
Hoping he’d remove his pants and the mask, I was disappointed when he reached for my right ankle, his touch warm against my trembling skin as he lifted my leg, resting it on his shoulder, the black heel almost as glossy as his dark hair. Not used to the stretch, I should’ve squirmed. I didn’t. My fingers however, clutched the covers, waiting.
Then with the patience of a kindergarten attempting his first sketch and using just his fingertips, he drew a deliciously slow line from my ankle down to where the hem of my skirt met my thigh.
I shivered, goosebumps becoming a household name on my body. My body shook.
He repeated the move, in the opposite direction and as he did, my gaze fell to his muscular bicep and more precisely, the word saint inked in a large font over a cross curled with creeping vines. I wondered if that was his name. Only, his act right now was anything but saintly, more devilish.
Then he stopped at my ankle, replacing his fingers with his lips following the same pattern and I groaned so loud, I slapped a hand to my mouth, forgetting about the tattoo. His laugh was raspy against my overheated skin. To say nothing of the sudden flood between my thighs or the way my chest was rising and falling in quick succession.
When his lips reached the edge of my skirt, he didn’t return like he’d done with his fingers. Instead, he bent my knee over his shoulder, and continued further down my thigh, his nose pushing at the hem of my skirt until he was right there, at the apex of my thighs. He pushed at my leg resting on the bed, spreading me open before his lips fell to my panty covered pussy, dropping soft kisses there.
Ordinarily, I would’ve died of embarrassment by now. I forced myself to think of Eliana and my mother’s threat. Yeah right, who was I kidding. The man was carnal sin in a black suit and I was so freaking ready to jump into hell.
Still, I closed my eyes, savouring the need pumping through my body. And when his tongue snuck out between his lips to lick up and down my slit, it unleashed the earlier pinnacle he’d taken me to with a forcefulness I wasn’t expecting. He sucked harder and my body arched of the bed.
“Oh, God,” I cried out. Even through the thin material of the black thong, I felt the rigid textures of his tongue.
“Not God, pet. Sir.”
My eyes opened and I looked down, meeting his hidden gaze, desperate for him to remove that mask and show me the man beneath. Because so far, all I was seeing was Satan and we all know that dark lord was above clemency. Would this man be his equal?
As if he’d just read my mind, he added, “or as my colleagues in the other room would say, the devil of mercy.”
Before I could respond, he slid my panty to one side and I all but screamed when his tongue touched my clit, the skin-to-skin contact making me a shuddering mess. Then his mouth closed around the bundle of nerves, sucking hard. Unconsciously, I pushed at his shoulders trying to get away from the onslaught of sensations riffling through my body. He didn’t budge, his mouth riding me like a man on a mission. Unsure why, I felt tears drip down my temples, my breathing a gasping chaos of uneven inhales and exhales.
