Sinful Hands (Chained Hearts Duet 3)

“Did you like it?” she asks with a coy smile, and I know what she’s doing.

She wants to torment me the way I tormented her.

But, baby, I live for this.

My cock strains, and I wait for her to get up. She lifts back to her knees, and her mouth covers me again, taking me all in. Her head moves ever so perfectly and I know I don’t need to grip her hair and show her how I like it, because she does it so perfectly.

“Mio per sempre.” I groan, and just before I come, I pull her off my cock. She looks up at me with shock, her pretty lips nice and wet and gaping open.

“Get on the fucking table.”

“Fuck you,” she spits.

When she stands, I grip her neck and squeeze.

“Open your mouth like a good girl.” She doesn’t. My cock rubs against her skin, and I reach down between us and touch her cunt. She’s wet. Very wet. I slip a finger in and feel her pulse around me.

She’s turned on.

She wants me to fuck her.

She likes the games.

Well, get ready baby, so do I.

I squeeze her throat a little tighter, and she finally obeys, opening her mouth. I keep one hand around her neck, a finger of the other buried deep in her pussy, then I pull it out, put it in my mouth, and taste her.

“Wider.” She listens, and I spit in her mouth. Her eyes go wide in shock. “Now give it back.”

She goes to swallow, but I stop her.

“I said…give it back.” I open my mouth, and she leans in close, careful that her lips aren’t touching mine, because we all know she hates to be kissed, and she does as I ordered, spitting back in my mouth. “See? You taste fucking amazing. Every part of your body. There is only one spot left to taste.” I release my fingers from her throat and see lust in her eyes before I grip her hips and turn her around, my hand moving to the back of her neck.

“Now, bend over.” She does, my hand helping her lean forward. “Hands on your feet.” She moves her hands to her feet, and I slide my finger between her pussy lips, then inside. She lets out a soft moan before my fingers move back and into her ass. She tries to straighten, but I keep her in position, and push my finger in and out. The fingers of my other hand push into her cunt, and I fuck her with both my hands.

The moans that leave her mouth are musical. It’s like poetry for the sex-crazed.

Leaning forward, I lick her ass, making her moan louder and louder, and I feel her pulse around my fingers before I pull them away.

“Why are you fucking stopping?” She groans and stands. Then she pushes me down until my ass meets the seat and climbs onto my lap. Her hand reaches between us and places my cock at her entrance, then grips the back of the chair when my tip is inside her.

“Sit,” I command, but she doesn’t. Like a petulant child, she remains hovering over me. “Sit,” I tell her again.

“Yes, Daddy.” Then, ever so slowly, she drops down, and I smack her ass for being a good girl.

The urge to strangle her and watch the life fall from her eyes is not there with her.

That’s the real dilemma with wanting her.

I don’t know if I’ll be able to let her go.

But I have to.

Her head drops back on a moan, exposing her beautiful throat. As she starts to move, I lean forward, biting and sucking her neck. I want to kiss her, but I know she won’t let me, so I get as close to her lips as possible. Just when I think I may be able to kiss her, she turns away, giving me her cheek.

“I’ll never allow you to do that,” she whispers in my ear, riding my cock even harder.

“Those lips will be mine, make no mistake,” I threaten.

She has no time to respond as we both come.

26

Chanel

Shit! I wake in a bed that’s not my own. My clothes are gone, and a hand rests possessively on my hip.

“Go back to sleep.” Lucas pulls me closer to him. I’m stiff, not sure what’s happening. When did we get to the bed, and why am I still naked? “You passed out after we fucked. I carried you in here a few hours ago. Go back to sleep.”

“I’m not sleeping with you,” I say, trying to move, but he doesn’t let up.

“Too late for that,” he mumbles into my hair.

“Lucas.”

“Mio per sempre.”

“What the hell does that even mean, and why do you keep saying it?” I ask, confused and beyond annoyed at myself for letting this happen.

A soft snore leaves him, but his grip somehow tightens. I pull out from under the weight of his arm and replace myself with a pillow. When I peek at him, he’s naked as well. His smooth, muscular ass is on display, and it’s really unfair to be that beautiful and so damn homicidal.