Page 185 of Vicious Temptation

The beat still pulses through the bedroom as Thiago holds me against him, and I move with the rhythm, letting it take over where the laughter left off. His forehead rests against mine.

“Remi.”

It’s just my name, but even that sounds different. I let my weight settle over his abdomen as I grab the edges of his mask, slowly lift it from his face, and toss it aside.

Batman had his turn. Now I want Thiago.

He smiles up at me and reaches for mine, sliding it off and letting it drop to the floor beside his. His fingers then sink into my hair as he brings his mouth back to mine.

“Your lipstick is ruined, chama.”

I chuckle. “Worth it.”

He kisses me once more before murmuring, “Sit on my dick.”

Remi with the smart mouth would give him shit for ordering me around.

But dickmatized Remi?

Yeah, I’m sitting.

Expeditiously.

I ease back and lift my hips, then lower myself onto him, feeling that delicious little piercing first as he stretches me inch by inch, pulling soft moans from my lips. Bracing one hand on his chest, I squeeze my eyes closed and breathe through it.

“That’s my girl.”

My eyes open as his hands cup my ass cheeks.

“Look at me. You like hearing me call you that now, don’t you?”

Normally, I’d make him work for the answer, but tonight, I don’t want to.

“I do.”

His eyes narrow slightly, as if he wasn’t expecting me to admit it so easily.

“I like being your girl,” I whisper.

“Yeah?”

I nod. “Yeah.”

One hand slides into my hair again, and the smile he gives me is so fucking soft that my chest aches with it.

“My girl,” he repeats, gripping my hip with his other hand and guiding me up and down his cock.

“Your…girl,” I breathe.

“Can I ask you a question?”

I swallow hard, biting back a whimper every time the metal drags over my G-spot.

“I’m kind of in the middle of something here, Thiago.”

“I noticed.”

I glare down at him, but whatever comeback I have disintegrates when he rolls his hips beneath me and reaches for my nipple, tweaking the barbell. “Fuck.”