Page 67 of Lord of Ruin

“Oh.” My moan seemed dense in the oversized vehicle, the scent of our desire filling the space.

Stavros fisted the back of my neck, forcing me into a deep arc before lowering his head. I planted my hand on his chest, grasping his shirt with my fingers. My body quivered as he nipped one hardened bud before pulling the tender tissue into his mouth, sucking while growling. I was enthralled by the way he made me feel, showcasing that he meant what he said about how a man should handle a woman.

He took his time, rolling his lips to my other breast, dragging his tongue underneath before swirling the tip around my nipple. There was no chance I could be any wetter than I already was.

But I had a feeling he was going to try to drown me with need before allowing me to sit on his big, fat cock.

I couldn’t seem to stop whimpering, tossing my head back and forth as he repeated the move, finally biting down on my over-sensitized bud. I was able to roll my fingers down from his neck to his chest, marveling in the white-hot heat searing my fingertips. He grunted his approval before lifting me back into position.

“What do you want, little girl?”

Was he really asking me something so silly? “Fuck me.”

“I’m sorry. What did you ask for? Be very specific. Good girls are allowed to ask for what they want.”

“So I’m a good girl now?”

His smirk was incredible, the longing in his eyes more intense than before. “For now, but I already know you too well. Ask or I’ll do nothing more than have us taken home.”

“Fuck me hard.”

“How?”

“By driving your thick, throbbing, delicious shaft inside my hot. Wet. Pussy.”

His smile grew in size and he jutted his hips up from the seat, giving me a little nod. “Then take what you want, baby. Just don’t fuck with me or I will make you suffer.”

“Oh, promises. Promises.” Even with my wrists tied together, I could easily unfasten his belt, lifting my eyes every few seconds to see his reaction. He was spiraling out of control, his features more like a beast than man. I purposely took my time to unfasten and unzip. By then we were both panting.

As I fought to lower one side of his pants then the other, his chest heaved from his labored breathing.

“Hurry or I won’t be able to wait.”

His dark voice was as thrilling as the sinful moment. I did what I could, finally freeing his thick shaft. I wrapped both hands around it, stroking him up and down. The sex from before hadn’t been intimate or romantic, at least not to me. This was filthy, the kind of sin that made me a very bad girl, but I enjoyed being able to touch him like this. A part of me wanted to take him into my mouth, but I was too wet to dare waste the moment.

His eyes were completely hooded, the shadows in the vehicle creating an aura of his power. Maybe Elena had been right and I preferred very bad boys. I couldn’t help myself, sliding to the floor between his legs.

Laughing, he rubbed his mouth with one hand, fisting my hair with the other. He eased his head against the leather back, every muscle in his body tensing. I teased him again, drawing circle after circle around his cockhead with my tongue. His scent was musky, the taste tangy yet sweet and the moment I dragged the tip across his sensitive slit, he issued the kind of primal growl that I was certain would draw an audience.

“Fuck. Suck me, baby. Don’t you dare tease me any longer. I won’t be gentle.”

Maybe I didn’t want him to be tender, at least not yet. This wasn’t about making love. We weren’t close and this wasn’t normal by anyone’s standards. This was hard, cold fucking and I loved it more than I’d believed I could.

As soon as I took his cockhead in my mouth, I was rewarded with a few beads of pre-cum. I licked them greedily, wishing for more. The moment I took him down a few inches, he regained control, driving almost every remaining inch into my mouth. The tip hit the back of my throat and I fought to relax my throat to keep from gagging.

I wasn’t very experienced with performing fellatio, tensing almost immediately.

“That’s it, baby girl. That’s it.” He growled as he stroked the side of my face with the fingers of his other hand, now gentler than I’d thought the man could be. But as he started to pump his cock inside, his hold on my hair tightened, his breathing more scattered than before.

I lifted my gaze, enjoying the way several emotions washed across his face. He had his eyes shut, his mouth twisting and it seemed like he was fighting horrible demons that were threatening to derail the moment. I had no idea why I was thinking that way other than I’d never seen such a strange look on his handsome face.

His actions became more aggressive, pumping as if he was going to lose control. I struggled harder to keep the gag reflexes down, still able to swirl my tongue back and forth. Just as quickly as his dark assault on my mouth had started, he abruptly stopped, issuing an intense roar inside the small space.

The devious smile returned as he lifted me from the floor with ease. Once I was resting on his knees, he fisted his cock, stroking it with ferocity for a few seconds before placing the tip against my slickened folds.

“I can’t be gentle, sweetheart. I don’t have it in me after tonight.”

“Don’t be. Just fuck me.”