Page 91 of Untamed Beast
“Can’t people see us?”
He growls and nips my ear. “Who cares if they can? All they’ll see is me taking what’s mine.”
I let out a whimper at that, arching my back to take him deeper. His other hand squeezes my ass hard, the skin still glowing with pain.
He thrusts harder, pressing me against the glass of the window. His lips brush their way up my spine with ravenous kisses, like he wants to devour me.
“Maybe I want them to see us,” I admit, my cheeks burning.
He growls in satisfaction at that.
“Show them how you take my cock like a good girl. Like it was made for you.”
His hand slides between my thighs, teasing me with the lightest circles. My legs threaten to buckle.
“Who does this belong to?”
“You,” I gasp, every cell on my body burning as I wait for him to bring me over the edge.
“That’s fucking right.”
The slightest friction is all it takes.
I come so hard that Leks’s hands on my hips are the only reason I stay upright. My head gets light. I’m moaning so hard that I’m practically screaming.
“If you want to wake the entire port district up, you’re doing fine.”
He’s not done with me yet, taking me through my orgasm and out the other side, only to make me collapse into a puddle again when he teases my clit with light taps.
It’s torture of the most addictive kind.
When every muscle in my body is loose with pleasure, he pulls the blindfold off.
Those midnight blue eyes sweep over my body with primal satisfaction. Looking down, I see why. Hickeys cover my breasts, my neck, my thighs. My ass is still glowing red and aching. His seed is dripping out of me.
I am utterly ruined.
And Leks is buttoning his shirt, looking like he’s had a normal day.
He takes my chin in his hand and pulls a husky moan from my lips with the sweetest kiss.
“None of those rich heirs you were supposed to marry would have been able to handle you,zolotse.”
“And you can?”
A smile quirks at the edges of his mouth. One hand slides down to my stinging ass and dips down to trace over my lips. As if it hasn’t had enough attention, my clit gives a flutter.
“You’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow. I think we can agree you’ve learned your lesson.”
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NATALIA
Stinging ass and soreness between my legs notwithstanding, I can’t look at Leks without feeling guilty. I need to do something to help him, to reverse the damage I’ve caused, or else I’ll spend the rest of my life feeling like a criminal on the stand whenever my husband glances in my direction.
While he dishes out scrambled eggs, I make my suggestion, my heart in my mouth.
“Leks, I need to make it up to you. I feel indebted.”
