Sinful Surrender

“Arabella, stop.” He barked out the order, using her full name in a firm tone that did nothing to dissuade her.

“I want to experience this, and you, for as long as it lasts,” she went on, placing a warm kiss at his throat before lifting her head and looking into amber eyes that were broiling with a raw lust and need she wanted to see crack and spill over for her.

She settled her hands on either side of his face, feeling emotionally exposed and vulnerable as she laid a part of her heart bare and gave him all she had left. “The night you took me in exchange for my father, you demanded my total surrender, Maddux. I gave it to you. Take it. Please. It’s yours. I’m yours.”

The change in him happened so fast, Arabella was unprepared for the sudden, tumultuous transformation . . . from a determined man keeping his desires on lock-down to the sudden power that shifted through his big, strapping body as he took charge. It was startling and exhilarating. It was exactly what she’d asked for, yet she couldn’t contain her gasp as he plowed all ten of his fingers through her hair, gripped the strands in his fists, and jerked her mouth up to his.

Her hands landed on his chest for support, and like a violent storm unleashed, his firm lips brutally pushed hers apart, providing the entrance he wanted for the deep, invading thrust of h

is tongue. A possessive growl erupted from his throat as his mouth ravaged hers, the kiss rough, ruthless, and nothing short of uncivilized.

Arabella had the fleeting thought that she’d pushed him to this . . . and she was glad she had because instead of shock or fear, his pure dominance filled her with a thrilling, provocative power of her own and spiked her desire to intoxicating, addicting levels where she wanted, and needed, more.

When he finally released her mouth, he was breathing hard as he stared down into her eyes. “Want to know how dark and dirty I can get, Bella?” he rasped, and all she could manage was a whimper and an eager nod that resulted in an approving, wicked smile appearing on his lips. “Yeah, you want it so fucking dirty, don’t you, sweet girl?”

His hands untangled from her hair and gripped her hips. He yanked her forward, fitting the thick length of his erection against the front panel of her already soaked panties, nudging hard against her drenched flesh and needy clit. The ache in her sex built, and she shamelessly rubbed up against his dick like a cat in heat.

“Yeah, grind your pussy all over my cock,” he murmured, his heavy-lidded gaze on her face as he grabbed her ass in his hands and rolled her hips tighter and harder against his. “Give me a filthy lap dance and make yourself come just like this. I’m going to need you nice and soft and slick in order to bury myself as deep as I need to go in your tight pussy. That’s what you want, right?”

Her head nodded jerkily, and she panted and squirmed eagerly against him. “Yes, please.”

He gave her a lascivious smile as he smacked her ass with the flat of his palm, making her gasp at the delicious burn spreading across her backside and down between her thighs. “Then get to work, sweetheart, and give yourself that orgasm.”

He twisted his fingers into her hair again, this time to pull her head back and force her to arch her spine, which offered up her breasts to his mouth. He captured a nipple, and the hot, suctioning pull on that tender nub of flesh, followed by the swirl of his tongue, and finishing with the wicked scrape of his teeth drove her wild. With every bite, with every firm lick, her nipples swelled until they were so tender and sensitive it was like he had a direct line to teasing her clit.

“Fuck my dick harder,” he ordered, nipping at the curve of her neck, his breathing hot and damp on her skin. “I want you so fucking wet I get lost deep inside of your pussy.”

Inarticulate sounds rose up from her throat. His dirty words pushed her to the verge of detonating, and she instinctively rocked against the rigid column of his shaft, mindlessly thrusting and gyrating her hips, her entire being expanding with white-hot passion. The need for release made her delirious, overwhelming her with a sizzling rush of pleasure so intense she could only gasp and claw at his shoulders while her body pulsed, shuddered, and she finally collapsed against his chest.

He gently stroked a hand up and down her back as she recovered, his mouth near her ear. “When I stand up, put your arms around my neck and wrap your legs around my waist.”

“Where are you taking me?” she asked, forcing herself to lift her head and look into his eyes, even though she felt so lethargic after that gargantuan orgasm. “We’re not finished, are we?”

He must have heard the touch of panic in her voice, the fear that he was going to leave her unfulfilled once again, and shook his head. “No, sweet girl, we’re not finished,” he murmured huskily. “That was just the first phase of corrupting you.”

She secured her arms around his neck as he’d instructed, her fingers absently threading through his long, unruly hair. Though his own body was still tense from his lack of release, his earlier edgy disposition was gone, leaving behind a man who clearly was no longer struggling between resisting her and wanting her. Nor was he going to deny them what they both desired.

She raised a curious brow. “What is the second phase?”

His eyes darkened, and a sinfully seductive smile curved his lips. “Phase two is tying you to my bed and licking and eating and sucking your clit until you scream my name as you come again, and then driving my cock as deep as I can inside your pussy so I can feel you come all over my dick.”

She bit her bottom lip, completely on board with that plan. “Then what are you waiting for? I would like the complete corruption package, please.”

Her teasing comment drew a warm chuckle from him that she loved hearing. “Duly noted, Bella,” he said, standing up, holding her effortlessly in his arms as he started toward his bedroom and a night of delightful impropriety and decadent pleasures.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Maddux carried Arabella through his penthouse, her arms anchored around his neck, her soft, slender legs clinging to his waist, and his big hands cupping her small, firm ass to hold her up. With their faces in such close proximity and her eyes soft with desire for him, she settled her seductive mouth against his, kissing him more slowly and sweetly than he’d ever been kissed before.

She was a lightweight and there wasn’t much furniture in his penthouse to dodge, so making his way to the other side of the apartment, even with her distracting him, wasn’t difficult. With her hands tugging at his hair, she slid her tongue teasingly along his lower lip, playfully tugged on that bit of flesh with her teeth, and he opened up to her exploration, letting her enjoy her brief upper hand, because once they were in his bedroom, he was going to be one hundred percent in charge.

Once they arrived, he let her slide down his hard, excruciatingly aroused body until her feet touched the floor. “Get up on the bed,” he ordered.

She climbed up onto the mattress while he disappeared into his closet, where he stripped off the rest of his clothes except for his boxer briefs. Then he withdrew a silk tie from one of his drawers and walked back into the bedroom, pleased to see her reclining on the comforter.

“Put your hands above your head and grip the slats in the headboard,” he said, coming closer.

She blinked at him, looking surprised by the request, and he smirked as he ran the strip of silk through his hands. “Did you think I was kidding when I said I was going to tie you to my bed?”