Dark Captor (Dark Syndicate 2)

He sucks and circles his tongue around the peak, making it painfully tight.

When I arch my back, pressing my breasts into his mouth he takes me in deeper, setting my whole body alight with pleasure.

He touches me like he knows exactly what my body wants. Sucking my breasts hard then moving from one to the other giving each the same attention.

It’s been so long since I was touched like this, years. Years since a man just wanted to touch me and taste me. He’s doing it all, driving me insane for him to be inside me.

I don’t know how the hell I went from wanting to kill him, to wanting him to fuck me.

Reality peaks in on that thought but he eradicates it when he cups my sex and slides his finger right inside my pussy.

“Tristan…” I breathe out. The pleasure is too much.

It’s almost unbearable but I want more of what he’s doing to me.

I moan again when he circles my clit and starts rubbing the hard nub. Then he just stops, and I wonder if this is how he plans to torture me.

I’m actually relieved when he grabs my leg and moves off the bed. He pulls me to sit and parts my thighs then crouches and licks over the skin of my mound.

“Don’t you fucking dare try to stop me,” he warns.

“I’m … not,” I breathe, my voice hoarse with the deadly combination of desire and need.

“Spread your legs wider for me. I want to taste your pussy,” he commands, and I obey.

Once I spread my legs, he buries his head between my thighs and starts eating me out.

Mindless moans fall from my lips I can’t control or stop. I don’t want to. I also don’t want to stop feeling like this.

He licks and pushes his tongue deeper inside, taking everything I have and I arch my back, pushing against his mouth.

I run my fingers through his hair, and he glances up at me. It’s for a fleeting second though and I don’t get to take note of anything else because a greedy orgasm tears through my body.

It takes me violently and I come hard, thrashing against his face while he cups my ass and continues eating me out until my arousal flows right into his mouth.

Fuck… I’m on fire. My skin is on fire and I can’t breathe.

He drinks me and doesn’t stop taking until there’s nothing left. It’s only then that he lets me go and stands drawing my gaze to the massive bulge of his cock pressing against the front of his pants.

I truly believe the only thing left to do is fuck me again but the shift in his eyes is a tell of the shift in the mood.

Fear comes back to my mind when he rests his hands down either side of me and comes right up into my face.

“I’m not going to fuck you again,” he says with a sneer. “And it’s not because I don’t want to. I do. You know I do. But I’m not doing it today.”

But he will again…

My mind is so tangled I can’t focus. My skin is on fire from what we just did, and I’m shocked at the way my body reacted to him.

My body?

No… it wasn’t just my body. It was all of me. I didn’t just react and he’s right. I do know.

“Why?” I whisper and he straightens up.

“Because right now we can’t be the guy and the girl at the club. This is us and you have information I need.”

“I don’t.”