Page 187 of Vicious Temptation

I lean down until my mouth is barely above his, smiling as I bounce on his cock. “I put it on anyway. Got it everywhere.” My lips brush his when I add, “But I looked in the mirror and felt like her.”

Thiago’s thumb tweaks my nipple. “And you never stopped wearing it.”

“No.” I lean down until my mouth brushes his. “And as touching as this little interview has been, you’ve currently got that massive dick inside me, Braga. Maybe stop asking questions and put it back to work.”

His laugh breaks against my mouth before he rolls his hips up into me, making me gasp. “Better?”

“Much.”

I throw my head back as I ride him, every movement sending another wave through me. When I look down, Thiago is staring at me like he can’t get enough.

Catching the back of my neck, he draws me back for a kiss, lingering for a moment before his gaze drops to what's left of the red smeared across my lips.

“You’re fucking perfect, you know that?”

“Thiago…” My voice comes out softer than I mean it to, but I don’t care anymore.

Thiago wraps an arm around my waist as he sits up with me, and I grab onto his shoulders. Then he rises with me still wrapped around him and carries me across the room until my back meets the wall.

The song continues on a loop behind us, that same filthy beat filling the room.

“That’s it. Fucking take me.” His voice is rough, breathless. “All that attitude, and all it takes is my dick stretching you open to make you sweet for me.”

“Don’t get used to it.”

He laughs against my neck. “Too late. You’re mine now. This pussy is mine.”

My fingers tighten in his hair. “Fuck me harder. Convince me.”

“You can keep pretending you’re hard to own, fera. We both know who you come apart for.” He snaps his hips, damn near fucking me through the drywall, hard enough to send the framed print beside us crashing to the floor. “Now say it. Tell me you’re mine.”

“Soy tuya, Thiago…Toda tuya.⁠*”

His mouth brushes my temple. “E eu sou completamente seu, meu amor.”

And I’m completely yours, my love.

The softness of it after everything else fucking ruins me.

Bass still pulses around us as everything gets harder and faster, each thrust driving me closer. My breathing turns ragged, and I tighten my fingers in his hair as the pressure builds so quickly that I can barely fucking think.

Reaching for my other hand, he threads our fingers together, pinning them against the wall beside my head.

“Oh, fuck, Thiago.”

“I know, baby. I’m right here.”

I bury my face against his shoulder as pleasure coils tighter through my body, my teeth sinking into his skin before I even realize I’m doing it.

“Bite me, Remi. Do it.” His grip firms around mine. “Remember what you said?”

I can barely breathe, let alone remember a fucking conversation. “What?”

“You asked me if I was into biting.”

The memory clicks.

Relax, Officer Braga. I don't bite, unless you're into that.