Fueling His Hunger (Masters of Adrenaline 2)

“Forget about propriety and let your body tell you what it likes. Lots of people love anal. It’s not even taboo anymore.”

“Maybe not with the people you know.”

He gave her his best evil smile. “Well then, you’d better not tell your friends what you let me do to you.”

She buried her face in the mattress, groaning at the thought of it, or maybe she was just that nervous.

Enough stalling.

When she looked at him again, he kissed her, impressed she didn’t get prissy about tasting herself from his mouth. Ophelia wasn’t uptight at all, she’d just never given herself permission to be dirty, and her willingness to do almost anything to please him was hot as hell.

Sliding his fingers between her legs, he toyed with her slick pussy, making sure not to get her off even though she subtly tried to direct his actions. When she was squirming for him again and moaning into his mouth, he let his thumb stray to her perineum, stroking her there until she stopped squeaking and begging him not to, before moving his attention her anus again. By then she was so aroused she only mewled into his mouth, shuddering and gasping, ready for whatever he had planned.

It probably wouldn’t be very macho of him to excuse himself so he could rub one out in the bathroom. It would only take a minute. His balls were emitting a blue, aching haze of pain, and he was probably going to blow his load on her ass before he even got into her.

His muscles tensed as he worked to stave off his arousal, refusing to be ruled by primal need. He had to make sure she enjoyed this.

Chapter 11

He was touching her there.

Why did it have to feel so good? She wanted to safeword—to tell him she wasn’t into it, at least for the sake of her dignity—but she’d be lying. Truthfully, she didn’t want him to stop. And he’d made her so fucking needy that she wasn’t even scared anymore. It was like being drunk on lust.

If it hurt, so what? How many times had he shown her in the past few days that her body enjoyed it when he hurt her? When he spanked her, or even just grabbed her arm or got bossy, she sank into this weird pit of desperate need. Of wanting to do anything to please him, not just because she could tell he liked it, but because it both turned her on and made her feel peaceful on the inside. Being with Luke and letting him choose what to do to her, allowing him dominion over her body, just felt right.

Like he’d said, it was her body, and if she chose to let him do what he wanted, that was no one else’s business, right?

Luke was kind enough to warm the lube in his hand before he touched her with it, slicking it down the divide of her ass and smearing it over the sensitized skin around her anus. Who knew there were so many damned nerve endings there? Hell, just since she’d gotten out of the shower, she’d been unable to hold back two stealth orgasms, and he didn’t even seem to know it. No man should have that kind of power over a woman’s body. It wasn’t fair!

He coaxed one finger into her ass, then a second. She shut her eyes, trying hard to hide how horny this made her and how fucking uncomfortable yet good it felt, but he was so close, watching her expressions. It probably didn’t help that she kept making that weird, desperate noise. She sounded ridiculous, but she couldn’t stop.

“Either that hurts and you’re not saying, or it feels good and you don’t want to admit it.”

She tried to open her eyes to answer him, but they kept rolling back in her head. She felt like she needed a damned exorcism. Arousal built and the pillow he’d wedged beneath her hips hit her clit in just the right way. Unable to stop herself, the orgasm came. She wailed into the mattress while he finger-fucked her through it, dirty-talking in her ear just to make it worse. When the orgasm was done, she felt light-headed, but not sated, as though her body knew they weren’t done but wasn’t sure how to handle the endorphins.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

Her brain felt so fuzzy it took a minute to process the fact that he’d asked her a question. She whimpered, too overwhelmed and shy to tell him to go for it. Instead, she just shook her head.

“What do you want, Ophelia?”

Oh jeez.

“You already know,” she said sulkily.

“Oh yes, I do, but I want you to hear the words coming out of that pretty mouth of yours.” Slowly, he started to slide his fingers out, making them move in ways that made her cry out in pleasure. “Say it,” he hissed. His fingers were barely inside her now, threatening to withdraw, but she wasn’t ready to be done yet. Why did he have to be so damn difficult?

“Please!” she begged, hoping it was enough.

“Please, what?”

Ugh. She should have known he wouldn’t let her get away with doing less than exactly what he wanted. So fucking bossy. So fucking hot.

“Please use me . . . there.”

“Use you how? Where?” His voice was serious, intense.

Frustration ran away with her mouth. “Oh my god, just do it!”