Don't Tell (Don't 1)

“Yours,” she whispered. “I want to live in yours.”

I grinned. “Exactly what I was thinking.”

My mouth crashed against hers as I stripped the shirt from her arms. I found the zipper on the back of her skirt and shrugged it over the roundness of her ass.

I was losing control faster than I should. My fingers dug into her thighs, rounding up. I squeezed her ass in my hands roughly, trying to steady myself. Trying to reign in the desire that had gone from a sparkler to a full-blown firework. She stood before me in white lace panties and a cotton bra. The picture of virginity. At least that’s what I told myself. But no virgin would sign a Titan contract. No woman would walk into the society’s club without wanting exactly what I was about to give her.

Tonight, she was mine.

8

Molly

My body was raging with fire. A kind of fire I had never felt. Every nerve. Every sense was on overload. His words. Holy shit, his voice and words were so dirty. So dark. But I wanted him to say more. I wanted those promises. They made me shiver and quake. My core quivered with tingle that warmed everything between my legs. My clit throbbed with an aching pulse every time he looked in my eyes and spoke in his deep cool voice.

It wasn’t the bourbon. It helped to take the ease my nerves, but I wasn’t drunk. I’d never felt more alert.

My nipples were hard and I couldn’t ignore that my panties were increasingly wetter, every time he touched me.

Damon Sauvage was about to take me to bed.

His fingers gripped my bottom and I liked the pressure. I could feel the intensity that was bottled up in this man.

“Come with me.”

He pulled my hand, tugging me behind him. I left my clothes on the floor and followed him to his bedroom.

For a brief second I saw the four-poster bed in the center of the room. There was a flat screen TV on one wall and a huge marble fireplace on the other. I imagined in colder months it lit the room with orange glows. But tonight, my glimpse of the room was short. He turned off the lights, throwing us in total darkness.

I felt a sudden freedom in the dark.

“Get on my bed naked,” he commanded.

I wondered if I would just take an order like that, but I didn’t hesitate. The dark must have turned on a kinkier side of me. I walked in the direction of the bed, slipping my bra off along the way. I found the mattress, sat on the edge and wiggled out of my panties.

I couldn’t help the way my lungs searched for air. My adrenaline was pumping. I’d never done anything so reckless or erotic.

I wondered how long it would take the king to find me in the dark, but his large hands clung to my thighs, pressing them wide.

“Oh God,” I whispered as he shoved my knees farther apart and I felt the heat of his breath blow across my heat.

“Are you as sweet as I think, Molly?” he asked.

My hands roamed over my body, coasting over my breasts, trying to find gravity somewhere inside myself.

“I-I—” He didn’t let me answer before he slid a finger between my folds. I bucked when he flicked my swollen clit.

“Ohh.” It ached.

“You’re so wet. So ready to have me fuck you, aren’t you?”

I nodded, knowing he couldn’t see me. I rubbed my nipples, my juices flowing.

He spread my entrance, circling my clit with his thumb as his tongue ran a line up and down. The touch sizzled and I automatically tried to press my knees together.

“No, my dirty girl.” His tongue flicked again, probing my folds. “You’re living my fantasy now. Spread your legs. This pussy is mine.”

My knees fell to the side in sudden submission as he thrust his tongue inside my entrance.