Page 55 of Total Abandon

But it isn’t. He’s keeping his movements maddeningly slow and torturous, dangling me on the precipice. One large hand grips my ass to him, using it to measure his sparing thrusts, while the other traces loving paths up my body over my dress. His palm swipes over my stomach, up to the center of my sternum, before he traces a circle around the bare skin of my breast spilling above my neckline.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Chloe. Your skin is glowing.” My eyes fly open as I feel his stubble abrade my throat. He sinks his teeth into the juncture between my neck and shoulder just as his sure fingers find my beaded nipple through the fabric of my dress and tweak. The sensations collide as I cry out desperately, fisting my hand tightly in his hair.

Pleasure and pain dance across my skin in equal measure, feeding the steady buildup of pressure behind my hips. My whole body aches, my pussy clenches in protest around nothing, and all logic flies out of the window.

“Please!” I gasp, clamping down on my lower lip with my teeth. He lets out a strangled sound that sounds like half growl, half roar, and we’re moving—rough fingers finding the strap of my dress, ripping it to the side so forcefully it tears—through a door and into a restroom. The sound of the door slamming closed behind us shatters the air and I see the briefest flash of smoldering onyx eyes glittering with victory before his lips are on mine. I melt into him, moaning into his mouth as his tongue thrusts in. Dominating, fighting with mine. Exploring every inch. There is a tugging pressure between my legs as my back hits another wall and I hear the sound of tearing silk. The material of my panties drags over my clit as he snatches it away, discarding them to the floor.

We’re a tangle of tongues and teeth and limbs, both of us grappling for his suit jacket, which is cast to the floor. Buttons spray the marble tile at his feet like rapid-fire bullets as his shirt is ripped open, baring glorious planes of tanned, tattooed skin. We both reach for the buckle of his belt. The tinkle of metal fills the air as it’s tugged free, his zipper follows, and then…he wastes no time in thrusting his enormous cock into my soaked entrance.

A vicious cry rips from my lips as he steals every inch I have to give, and then takes two more, sharp pain biting at my flesh. He lets out a low guttural sound, followed by a string of curse words. Some English and some I don’t understand.

“Fuck…fuck! Chloe, you’re too fucking tight.” He stills, seated deeply within me, filling me more completely than I’ve ever felt in my life. Pain ebbs and blends into something darker, more demanding.

“Give me more,” I gasp, tugging his mouth back to mine and kissing him with everything I have. He groans and begins to move in short, sharp thrusts at first as he stretches my body to fit him. With each snap of his hips, he hits the end of me, sending a visceral spark of pleasure through my pelvis. My nails rake down his bare shoulder, hard enough to draw blood. But he doesn’t seem to care. If anything, I swear I feel his cock pulse inside me.

“God, you feel so good,” he groans before delivering a slightly deeper thrust so that I’m shoved up the wall a few inches. He buries a hand in my hair and pulls back to watch me as he moves. “I’ve wanted to fuck this tight little pussy from the moment I laid eyes on you, did you know that?” Another thrust, so hard my teeth rattle and my eyes flutter shut as I cry out.

His hand fists roughly, sending a frisson of pain dancing across my scalp. “Look at me!” he barks. “You stay with me when we fuck, you got that?” he growls, snapping his hips forward again. My eyes go wide, but I manage to nod.

“Good girl.” Thrust, thrust, thrust. In quick succession this time, as though rewarding me for my obedience, and it’s enough to leave me dangling on the edge of something that feels devastating. Like it will rip the life force right from me if I surrender to it. He eases off, and I let out a soft growl of frustration as I feel myself driftback from that ledge. His dark eyes sparkle as his gaze falls to my lips, his pupils blown so wide his eyes are almost wholly black.

“Use your words, baby. Answer my question,” he orders, drawing out of me so that just the tip of him is notched inside. My mind is spinning, and I have no idea what he even asked, because all my brain can think about is how to get him moving inside me again. I squirm, trying to sink down onto his length. He chuckles. His fingers dig into one side of my hips so hard they will bruise. “You knew I wanted to fuck you like this, didn’t you? This whole time, you knew.”

“Yes!” I sob, mindless with need, my pussy clamping down on what I have left of him.

He grunts, baring his white teeth at me in a wicked smile that looks half grimace and all danger. “You want more?”

“Please, Zeke,” I gasp, having no room for embarrassment, only words that will give me what I want. What Ineed. And he knows it.

“My greedy girl, you can have it all if you tell me just one thing.”

“Anything,” I mewl, tipping my head back in frustration. He slides his nose up the column of my throat, nipping and biting, abrading me with his stubble and sending red hot zaps across my flesh. When he reaches my face, he presses his lips to mine in a restrained kiss. I try to deepen it, but he pulls back. “I swear to fucking god, Zeke, if you don’t—”

“Tell me you wanted it too.” He snarls, tugging my hair back so that I’m forced to look at him.

Easy. “I wanted it too!” I cry, feeling my brows crease together as frustration rises and interlaces with a frantic need.

Victory dances in those night-swept irises and before I know what’s happening, we’re moving. He spins us around and lays me flat on the vanity, making my back arch as the cold marble touches my skin. My first sight of him towering above me snatches any breath I had remaining right out of my lungs. He’s enormous, every bulging, tattooed muscle coiled with restrained power, sinews tight. But what really shakes me is having all of that laser intensity focusedentirely on me. Like I’ve consumed him. Like I’m the only thing in his world right now. It’s a heady drug of power.

His hands find the seam of my dress and rip, tearing the fabric at the side so that it hangs loosely around my bare body. Silky eyes glow like lanterns in the night as he takes in every inch of me splayed out before him.

Chapter 24

Mia:Where did you go?

Mia:Everything ok with Chloe?

Mia:Hello?

ZEKE

“Afrodita reencarnada.” My voice is barely above a whisper as I stare down at her perfect body, naked but for a black lace bra that gives me a tantalizing flash of peaked, pierced nipples.

Aphrodite reincarnate,because I’ve never seen anything so beautiful or maddening in my life. I’ve messed her up in the most perfect way, her lips smeared with fire engine-red lipstick, her hair mussed. Just like I’ve always wanted her. If I wasn’t so desperate to bury myself in her, I’d get her on her knees and make that mascara drip down her pretty face. She’s all soft, fiery red curls, pale freckled skin, and curves that make me want to sink to the ground and worship her. Her pretty, pink pussy is bared to me, swollen and clenching down on the tip of my cock so hard I might just blow right here and now.

“Zeke,” she rasps breathily, pulling me out of my reverie. Her cheeks are flushed a deep pink that has spilled down her throat and across her heaving breasts, her eyes glassy. My eyes catch on her puffy, ravaged lips and I smile. My girl is impatient, which is just fine, because I am done fucking waiting. It’s been my own special torture to hold out on her until now.

I tug the cups of her bra down with rough hands and groan at the sight of her full tits. Her nipples are the exact shade of those rosebud lips, just like I thought, with dainty silver bars through each. It’s every bit of confirmation I need that my girl isn’t strait-laced. And I fucking love that.