Page 84 of In Love and Revenge

‘Yes.’ I throw my head back and let loose, yanking at his hair as he winds me tighter and tighter.

‘Come on my face, Beauty. Soak me in it.’

Something about his filthy words have me arching up and moaning embarrassingly loud.

Everything about this is wrong.

I don’t even like him. He’s my best friend’s brother. He’s fourteen years older than me.

He’s about to make me come harder than I ever have in my life.

‘Rafael,’ I squeal, as I lift heavy, lust-hooded lids to gaze at him between my thighs.

I could get used to seeing him there, all big and broad and muscular. Thick, dark hair twisted unapologetically between my fingers, dark brows set in concentration as if his sole focus is to get me off, and dark eyes ... dark eyes looking at me with such intensity that it’s like he’s looking deep inside me at my soul.

‘Fuck!’

I come hard, mouth flying open, body trembling, thighs tightening around his head.

He holds my eyes through all of it, his pace never faltering.

My orgasm sends me reeling, crying out and thrashing beneath him, not knowing what to do with myself.

Until it explodes into another, making tears spring from the corners of my eyes.

‘Rafael,’ I choke, as wave after wave of pleasure hurtles through me.

Deep aftershocks ripple through my pussy, pulsating as it tries desperately to clench on to something that isn’t there.

‘Please,’ I whimper, knowing that two isn’t enough, that I won’t be sated until I’ve come on that big, glorious dick of his.

Movement on the bed makes my eyes flutter open.

Rafael’s moved to straddle my chest. His hand is working his engorged dick as precum leaks from the end of it, dripping on to my tits.

‘My perfect Beauty,’ he murmurs, his other hand curling around my breast and squeezing it. His thumb skates over my nipple, making me whimper with need all over again. ‘You’ve no idea how many times I’ve watched you. How many times this beautiful body of yours has starred in my fantasies.’

His gaze remains fixed on my breasts as he licks his lips, the evidence of my orgasm gleaming all over the lower half of his face.

‘You’re a goddamn work of art. A perfect distraction.’ He sucks his lower lip past his teeth as the end of his cock swells and a fresh wave of precum oozes from the end, forming a non-stop, thick, shiny strand, all the way from his slit to my nipple. He watches it land. ‘A thief,’ he muses, ‘stealing my thoughts. My attention.My goddamn sanity.’

I moan at how degrading the position is – him, all dark and brooding, straddling my chest, eyes fixed on where his cock is leaking all over me.

I love it.

My clit throbs, aching for him to fill me up. He’s going to move in a moment and fuck me. He has to. Ineedhim to.

‘You owe me this,’ he says, his eyes rising to meet mine.

‘What—?’

He rises on to his knees and pushes his cock into my mouth.

It isn’t deep, but the shock makes me gag around him.

‘That’s it,’ he groans. ‘Good girl.’

He pulls out, and a string of saliva connects us for a second before it breaks.