Page 45 of Scarred Ruin

Was I seriously going to allow his abhorrent behavior to be considered a complication?

My gasp was involuntary the moment he shoved his entire face into my pussy.

“No.” I managed the single word even though his hold on my legs wasn’t needed. Every inch of me trembled, but the pleasure was as exciting as it was unwanted.

He truly believed that with his power, he could have anything or anyone he wanted. I’d downplayed my instincts. Or I’d been fooling myself into believing the attraction to him could easily be tossed aside. As before, he’d been careful in how he’d threatened me, using his handsome physique to do so.

I wasn’t exactly afraid of him, but I was beginning to realize the lengths he’d happily go to in order to win ownership. Whether in business or in pleasure.

If only I’d proven that I wanted nothing to do with him. Unfortunately, he’d witnessed my body failing me.

“Oh, my God.” I was shocked how explosive the moment felt. Every one of my senses was on fire and the second his tongue swirled around my clit, I dug my heels into the bed.

He was like a man possessed, his entire demeanor changing. I’d seen it in his eyes only minutes before. The playful hunger from dinner had shifted into something entirely dark and demanding.

“Leave me… alone.” My painfully weak voice was a joke.

“That’s not what you want. Is it?” His voice was a direct contrast to mine, completely authoritative while creating a sweeping warmth between my legs. He carefully placed the belt on the bed. What was he doing, reminding me that I had no way to stop him?

Or was he merely taking his time to punish me?

He offered a dark, seductive, yet ominous chuckle resonating deep within my ears.

I was apprehensive, yet felt exactly as he’d accused me of, which bothered me perhaps more than anything. I shifted on the bed, struggling with my emotions as he feasted.

He was being gentler than before, but I had a feeling he was biding his time. Or maybe offering me a moment of seeing that he wasn’t completely the predator I believed him to be. I cinched my eyes shut while concentrating on my breathing.

The man was many things, including thorough. He dragged his tongue down the length of my pussy while tormenting me with his thumbs. It was crazy how many electric vibrations soared through me.

Enough so I’d already started panting. Hating him should be the only thing on my mind, not fighting the sheer rapture he’d already provided.

Plus, my thong had been soaked from our verbal foreplay. Being a formidable man, he certainly knew how to push every button while controlling the situation.

Maxsim was also insanely gorgeous. No man in my world before him had ever been chiseled to perfection, godlike in appearance. I’d longed to unwrap the rest, but as with all aspects of our time spent together, he wasn’t a man willing to give up his place in the hierarchy.

What I’d learned about him only boosted his seductive nature to the woman inside. Whether for good or bad, craving him had thwarted every bit of common sense.

Several fingers found my cunt, sliding inside. I jerked up from the bed, startled how amazing it felt as he pumped his fingers gently.

Slowly.

All which watching me.

He took his time rolling his tongue around my clit several times before pulling the tender tissue into his mouth. As he sucked, every sound he made filtered toward me.

A deep growl.

The sucking sound that was both sensual and evoked something deep and carnal.

A low, guttural hum.

All were exciting, pushing me closer to a sweet precipice that could only be described as sheer ecstasy. This was wrong and I was furious with myself, so much so I couldn’t think straight. I threw my hand down, able to tangle my fingers in his hair. Only then did he lift his head. His face was glistening from my juice and the look he offered was so intensely possessive I bit my lower lip to keep from moaning.

Every vibration was more electrified than the one before. Only seconds later, I was tossed into another shock both physically and emotionally.

Pain washed through my pussy. It took me a few seconds to realize he’d used the belt. While the slap was jarring, he was merely providing proof I’d been right about his style of foreplay.

I had no idea what to make of this man, but it was evident he wasn’t interested in hearing no, especially from me. He truly believed I was behind some masterful act of deception. How could he ever think I’d be involved with the possibility of a child being hurt? How? If so, why invite me to his house?