Page 68 of Seductive Sadist
Don’t stop. Please don’t stop!
I choke on my response, my heart thrashing in my chest.
My skin prickles under the pads of his demanding fingertips, legs buckling as he presses his cock against me and grinds against my pussy. His stormy irises capture me and pull me in deep, away from any possibility of a lifeline. I flail and flounder to keep my footing, but my heels slip and my body reluctantly follows.
I should go. Now, before anything else happens. Before I lose my nerve and mind.
Adrenaline floods my insides; a fog of carnal desire settles around me. It chokes me to the point where I can barely breathe. He reaches behind my back and gives a quick tug, releasing the knot holding the bikini top together. The fabric slips from my breasts and flutters to the floor.
He grabs the back of my head and pulls me toward him, crushing his lips to mine. Our teeth clash and crack as we devour one another like starved predators. His tongue coils around mine, so deliciously devious. My fingers claw at his shorts in a frenzy. I try to unbutton them with my one working hand but fail miserably.
Without breaking our kiss, he pulls the button open, pushes them to his ankles, and kicks them off. He heaves me onto the mattress and slides my hips toward him until my body teeters at the edge of the bed. Then he takes his time unbuttoning my shorts and sliding them down the length of my body along with the bikini bottom. He dips his head between my thighs, blowing a stream of air against my pussy. I squeal, fisting the comforter.
His tongue runs up and down my seam, teasing and taunting me. Punishment, because he’s a bastard like that. My head clouds with lust and desire, eyes falling shut as the sensations command every cell in my body. I roll my hips toward his mouth as he fucks me viciously with his tongue, my legs trembling as they tighten around his head.
My mind screams for him to stop, but my body is on a completely different page in another novel. She doesn’t want to hear a single protest. All she wants iseverythingbecause she’s a greedy little slut for Zak Malikov and has been ever since she had her first taste of his sin.
He alternates between flicking my clit and suckling it. Ripples of pleasure build in my core, ready to consume me whole. His stubbly beard grates against my skin, heightening the bliss. My heart stutters, thrashing wildly as the orgasm builds. I writhe on the mattress, gasping for air while waves of euphoria pummel me, one after another. I fist his hair, pulling it tight, but he never stops. He only drives harder.
“Zak, make love to me,” I rasp.
My eyes float open, his hooded gaze latching on to them as he slides up the length of my body. The head of his cock grazes my slit. He slides a hand underneath the small of my back and lifts my hips to meet his before driving into me.
“Don’t close your eyes. Look at me, Skyla.”
And just like that, I’m his captive again, unable and unwilling to break free of his hold on me.
His cock stretches me wide as he thrusts hard with long, deep strokes, each one making me cry out. He presses his thumb against my clit as I roll my hips against his, meeting him thrust for thrust. My pussy throbs and quakes, slick with desire, screaming for a release that only he can give me.
“Let me feel everything you do right now,” he murmurs.
Before long, bright bursts of light soak my vision. I scrape my nails down Zak’s spine as he ravages my body and soul. My sex tightens around him, pounding a rapid beat. Our bodies rock against each other, pebbled with sweat, frenzied with need.
I part my lips to scream, but he captures the sound with his mouth. Ecstasy swells within me, sizzling every nerve. A roar rips from Zak’s throat. My pussy clamps down on his throbbing cock, dragging him back to the spot that ignites every last sliver of desire swirling in my core.
When Zak collapses onto his back beside me on the bed, we just lie there, the room silent aside from our panting. He runs his fingers over my goosebump-pebbled skin. I shiver at his gentle touch.
He’s never touched me like that, like I’m a treasure to be cherished and protected.
A flash of anger jolts me.
He’s right. I do deserve more.
I deserve everything. I will have everything, too. It’s just a matter of time before I get it.
So when he flips over to kiss me, I let him.
Because I know the end of our story… and he’s not in the sequel.
Chapter29
Zak
Icollapse back against the leather seat in Nik’s Range Rover. Sunlight streams in through the window. My gaze drops to the diamond ring that’s still on Skyla’s finger. The huge stone glitters, making my blood boil. “I thought I told you to take that fucking thing off.”
She lifts an eyebrow at me. “What if it got lost? I might need to sell it.”
“Sell it for what?”