Page 102 of Vicious Temptation

My hand glides along her waist as I kiss her again, and she meets me without hesitation. The anger from earlier has burned away.

“Last chance, fera.”

She leans in and presses her mouth against mine. “I already told you to shut me up.”

I kiss her again, and whatever happens after this, there’s no pretending we crossed this line by accident.

We chose it.

I lower my mouth to her chest and close my lips around one of her piercings. The metal is warm against my tongue as I trace it. Remi arches into me with a sharp breath as I gently draw the barbell between my teeth. Then I shift to the other, giving it the same slow attention. Her head tips back, her cuffed hands flexing behind her as if she’s dying to get them on me.

By the time I return to the first piercing, she’s restless against me. Remi settles over my thigh, and my hands instinctively close around her hips as she rocks her cunt against me, another moan slipping between us.

It goes straight to my cock. I kiss her as she keeps moving, swallowing the next little noise she makes. Each one gets a little less restrained until I’m fucking addicted to hearing them. I break the kiss and drag my lips along her jaw, then down the side of her neck. She tilts her head to give me more room.

One hand slides slowly up her body until my fingers curl around her throat. Her attention snaps to me as my thumb brushes her skin, her pulse racing beneath my palm while the steady movement of her hips never stops.

“I want to watch all that attitude disappear when you come for me, fera. I already know you’re going to look fucking beautiful.”.

“You sound pretty confident.”

“I am.”

She rolls her hips again, and a breath slips out that she clearly didn’t mean to let me hear.

“That sound right there. Give me another one.”

Her eyes hold mine.

“Then give me a reason to.”

Fuck.

Remi’s lips part as she moves against me, soft moans slipping free despite her best efforts to swallow them.

“That’s it,” I tell her, tightening my hand at her hip. “Don’t hold back on me now.”

“I’m not.”

“Liar.”

She glares at me, but the look loses some of its bite when I pull her tighter against my thigh. Her forehead drops against mine, and the confidence she started with begins to crack as her rhythm grows more erratic.

“Thiago.”

The way she says my name nearly has me busting in my fucking pants.

“Again.”

She pulls back to look at me. “What?”

“Say my name again.”

Her brows draw together, but I can feel how close she is to losing that attitude completely.

“Thiago.”

“Fuck, I like my name in your mouth.”