Page 77 of Betraying Him
Harley tilts his head, a heated look in his eyes, and I hate how fucking handsome he is.
“Is that what you want, little devil?” he purrs and takes a step toward me, getting in my space and making it hard to breathe. “You want me to get on my knees and show you how sorry I am? You want me to apologize in a way that will make you feel good?”
Before I can say a single word, Harley drops to his knees in front of me, making me back up until my back hits the shelves, and then he fuckingcrawlstoward me.
I’m not going to survive this.
“You’re wearing a dress, Sav,” he murmurs and looks up at me, devilish intent in his eyes, and I know I’m not going to be able to deny him. I don’twantto deny him.
Hell, I’m surprised I’ve lasted as long as I have.
“You’re making it so easy for me. You want this, don’t you?” His gaze pierces mine, and I see it for what it is. He’s giving me an out. A chance to say no if this isn’t what I want.
I should take it. I should say no and leave him here on his knees. I should walk away and forget any of this ever happened.
But I don’t.
Instead, I nod and watch as his eyes light up, and then he strikes.
He’s not slow or controlled as he pitches forward, liftingmy dress and pulling my panties to the side before he dives right in.
My eyes roll, and I swallow a moan as his mouth meets my skin. Harley’s mouth latches onto my clit, and he sucks, sending a lightning bolt of pleasure through me, but I fight not to close my eyes.
I want to see him.
We’ve never been in this position before. It’s always been me on my knees for him, and so this change of pace is something I’ve never expected.
Then again, everything he’s done lately has been unexpected.
“Fuck, Savannah. You taste fuckingdelicious,” he murmurs and goes right back to licking and sucking.
Harley’s eyes meet mine, and what I see reflected back at me is nearly enough to have my knees buckling. He grabs one of my legs, putting it over his shoulder, and the pressure of his hand on my stomach, that’s holding me in place while keeping my dress from falling, along with the new angle, has me seeing stars.
Just when I think he can’t make me feel any better, his free hand joins in with his assault, finding my entrance and slips two fingers inside me.
Fuck, fuck,fuck.
His fingers fuck me fast and hard, his mouth latched onto me and bringing to me to the brink within minutes. It’s all too good. Too many sensations, too much pressure, too muchpleasure.
“Harley,” I gasp. “I… I-I’m gonna…”
“Fuck yes,” he murmurs. “Fucking come for me, baby. Let me feel it. Let metasteit.”
And I do. Fuck, I do. I come so hard my vision blacks out, and if it wasn’t for Harley’s hold on me, I’m sure I’d havecollapsed to the floor in a heap, but he keeps me in place, fucking me with his fingers and mouth through my orgasm until it becomes too much. Too sensitive.
It isn’t until I have to physically pull his head away that he stops, and he stares up at me with awe and something I can’t quite name in his eyes. He slowly stands, wiping his mouth with a grin, and I take him in. He looks so freaking disheveled, so unlike how he normally does, and that’s when I see it, the wet spot staining his slacks, and my eyes flick to his.
“Did you…”
“Come? Fuck yeah, I did. You tastedheavenly.”
I know I’m blushing, and my mouth opens to say something before I snap it shut. What the hell do I do now? Should I leave, like he did so many times before? Should I?—
“Sav,” Harley murmurs, his face taking on a more serious expression as he crowds me against the shelf. “I know you’re thinking of a way out right now, but just listen to me for a minute, yeah?”
His eyes search mine, and I find myself dipping my head in a nod even though I know it’s a terrible idea to stay here for a moment longer.
Because I know I’m going to break.
