Page 40 of Forbidden Fate

Fuck…

I shouldn’t be watching this. I shouldn’t be getting so excited.

Yet here I am, and a moment later, I’m leaning back onto the cot, my gaze never wavering from her swaying body, her pink lips, her dark hair.

I want her on my lap again. I could easily rise, yank her down here with me.

But I don’t want to. I can’t get enough of watching her twist her hips, circle her arms, move her neck just so. It mesmerizes me.

She lifts one hip and then the other, and then she slides her finger underneath the edge of her shirt, and⁠—

A flash later she’s wearing only her bra, her tits jiggling like ripe peaches.

She’s so beautiful, so⁠—

She’s on my lap again, and I can’t help it. I lean into her, inhale the fragrance of her breasts. It’s musky and sexy and it drives me insane.

She leans down, kisses me again…and this time it’s not a gentle peck.

No.

It’s a bruising and open-mouthed kiss.

I can’t think, can’t feel, can only taste her as she devours me, my teeth clacking against hers as she curls her hands into my hair and clutches at my scalp.

I lose time. I lose sense. I cup both her breasts and squeeze, groaning into her mouth.

When she finally pulls away, we’re both panting.

I let my hands rest on her waist. She’s trembling. Or maybe I am.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” I warn her.

She moves off me then. Unclasps her bra and lets her breasts—God, I bet those nipples taste like caramel—fall against her chest.

This is wrong. She’s my prisoner. I’m supposed to rough her up, for God’s sake. But all I can think about is getting into her tight little cunt.

She stands there, topless, chin up as if she’s the one with the power. It’s fucking intoxicating. Part of me wants to crush her, bend her over the cot and take what I want, but that’s not how she plays and I know it. She wants to be seen. She wants me to watch.

Her hands go to the button of her jeans. She hesitates, just a heartbeat, like she wants me to beg. My thighs tense beneath the weight of what’s coming. She undoes the button, the zipper. Slides them down. Red panties, a flash of hip bones, a scar, maybe from a childhood accident.

I reach for her.

She moves away, winking. Actually winking!

She’s smaller than I am, captive in this cell, but right now, she owns the space.

Or she thinks she does.

Fuck it.

I rise, stalk toward her, grab her and turn her around so her back is to me. I grind my hard cock into the small of her back. “You think you can tease me, querida? You don’t know who you’re dealing with.”

She turns in my arms to face me. “Maybe you don’t know who you’re dealing with…querido.”

I groan and pin her wrists behind her. She tries to slip free, quicker than I expect, forcing me to squeeze tighter.

Her eyes flare up at me like gasoline in flame. She’s not scared. Whatever else she is, she’s not scared.