Tied to His Betrayal (Dirty Little Secrets 2)

She’s blinking rapidly, slowly backing away, hands up. “No, but if anyone gets a key and comes in here, this will be all over the tabloids.”

I arch a brow at her, taking a step forward, closing the distance. “Isn’t that the point of you coming here today? No more fear. No more worries. Get out of the past and live in the now. Isn’t that what you said?”

“I did say that.” She begins to grin.

“You’ve offered yourself to me.” I grasp her hips tight. “Let me have what’s mine.” She relaxes, giving me what I want. Her. Everything. All that belongs to me.

Her mouth is on mine. Her hands caress my muscles as if she needs me as much as I need her. And for the first time, I believe that’s true. I’m not thinking anything but how badly I want to be inside her when I grasp her hips tight, lifting her onto the table next to me. I unbuckle my belt and shove down my pants while Taylor’s wiggling her way out of her pants, leaving one leg still in them. Then her mouth is back on mine, kissing me urgently, breathing deeply against my own rough breaths.

I step in between her spread thighs, my erection against her soft, wet pussy, and I enter her in one swift stroke. Warm wetness spreads over my bare cock, and I’m thrusting my hips, not to get her there. This isn’t about getting her off. This is my claiming her. My marking her as mine. The acknowledgment that our bodies belong together, and from this day on we’ll only live for each other.

Her tears brush against my cheek; she’s clearly feeling the emotion I rarely share. I open my eyes, finding her pupils dilated and her gaze heated. “I love you,” I tell her, understanding her emotion. Christ, feeling the swell in my chest all the same. “I love you,” I tell her again. And I don’t stop whispering those words as I kiss all the flesh I have available to me. She smells of cinnamon today, a perfect treat that’s all mine.

Though then it’s not enough, not for either of us. I feel her need soaking my cock. I withdraw, turn her around, press her chest against the table, then kick her legs open.

I reenter her hot slit, but I don’t thrust. “I want to own all of you. I need that, Taylor.” I press against her clit, preparing her body for more, exciting her. “Will you be a good girl and come

for me?”

“Yes,” she rasps, quivering beneath my fingers. “If you keeping doing that…Oh, God, yes.”

I move my fingers with intent now, from side to side, so fast, burning my muscles but ignoring the strain, moving faster and faster, until I feel the hard tremble of her legs.

“I can’t.” She squeals, shutting her thighs. “I can’t be quiet.”

I thrust my fingers through her hair, angling her head back to ensure she can’t move and again kick her legs open. “You will. For me.”

She hisses through her teeth when I stroke her sensitive clit, and I don’t relent, not now, not when I have her wiggling against me, thrusting against my cock even if she’s not trying to. Her inner walls are pulsating, and she’s so very wet.

When she screams with intensity, trying to pull away, I release her hair to slap her ass hard. She quivers and gives a piercing scream, so lost in pleasure, a burn rushes through my veins. I slap her again just to hear it once more. As she shakes against me, I fist my hand in her hair, not letting this build any more than it has.

She’s there.

I flatten my fingers against her clit, rubbing roughly and quickly until all I hear is her loud moans filling the small room, growing more and more urgent. My biceps burn against the sheer force I’m using to stroke her engorged clit, but her legs begin to tremble, stealing any thoughts of myself. Her quiver becomes uncontrollable, and the second her high-pitched scream blasts through the air, I press her clit tight, letting her ride out her release.

Slowly, second by second, she returns from the high, a panting mess.

“Holy shit,” she drawls, head pressed against the table, eyes shut. “That was so, so good.”

I tsk at her. “You should know better. That isn’t done yet.”

I slap her ass, yank her head back, arching her back, and pound into her heat, relishing that beautiful scream once again. I grab her breasts outside her blouse before sliding one hand inside her bra and pinching her nipple, flooding her with more sensation.

Each time I kiss her neck, squeeze her nipple, thrust my hips, she’s getting wetter and wetter, hanging on the edge, ready to explode. I refuse to thrust hard and push her over the edge. We’re going to feel each other, every inch, until the end.

Fingers laced in her hair, I angle her head right where I want it, allowing me to kiss her like I want to kiss her. Taste her. Nibble her. Own her. Tingles begin rushing up my spine as her inner walls begin milking me with the building of another release.

“Oh, God, Darius…I’m going to…”

I taste the saltiness on her neck. “Give me everything.”

And just that easily, her legs quiver and her warm juices spread rapidly over me, and the vise grip on my rock-hard cock sends my hips shooting forward, my semen ejaculating deep inside her.

Sometime later, my forehead rests against her sweaty back, both our chests heaving. She chuckles and says, “Everyone out there must have heard us.”

“Good.”

“Why good?”