Tempted by Deception (Deception Trilogy #2) by Rina Kent

I don’t get to analyze his words as he tugs on my underwear and rips them off me. I gasp, both at the barbaric action and the friction that follows at my clit.

Adrian palms my hip and parts my legs with one of his knees, and then he’s rubbing the head of his cock at my entrance.

I suck in a sharp breath when he drags it all the way over my folds and against my clit before going back again. He does it a few times.

Up.

Down.

Rub.

Down.

Up.

My head swims in a dizzy mixture of sensations, unable to take the torture anymore.

“Adrian…” I moan.

“Impatient, Lenochka?”

“Please.”

“Please what?” His voice hardens with arousal and authority.

“Please…”

“I asked, please what?”

“Don’t make me say it.” I’m breathing out the words now, sounding wanton to my own ears.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“Adrian…”

“What?”

“Do it.”

“Do what?”

“Fuck me,” I murmur, my ears exploding in flames.

“I didn’t hear that.”

“Fuck me…ahhh.” I moan, then gasp when he sheathes himself inside me in one savage go, his groin slapping against my ass with the force of it.

I choke on the air as it’s knocked out of my lungs. My fingers are white and clammy around the table’s edge as I catch my breath and get used to the sheer size of him.

Did I think he was big? He’s so fucking massive, I can feel him everywhere inside me, all around me, and especially behind me.

I want to turn my head and look at him, see if his expression is as bewildered as mine must look right now. See if the mere penetration is affecting him like it is me. He’s not even moving, but the feel of him inside me pushes me to that edge all over again.

Adrian’s firm hold forbids me from staring at him as he starts moving, thrusting slowly at first, but it’s so deep, I feel the stretching of my walls around him.

“You’re so tight, Lia.” He strains, as if moving inside me is a chore. “So fucking perfect.”

My heartbeat roars in my ears as he ups his speed, hitting a secret part inside me that I didn’t know existed.

“Ahhh…Adrian…”

“You feel that, Lenochka?”

“Yes…yes… I never…never…ahhh…” I trail off as he hits it again, then pulls my legs farther apart to reach it fully.

“You never what?”

“Never…felt like this…” And it’s not just because of the sharp pangs of pleasure that come with each of his thrusts against it or how he’s taken complete hold of me. It’s about how a monster like him is able to wrench such strong emotions from me, how he hasn’t only entered my body, but is also forcing entry into my soul.

“And you never will at the hands of anyone else. From now on, you’ll forget about any bastard who touched you in the past.” His rhythm becomes uncontrollable, unforgiving, as he rams inside me with a force that rattles the table and my insides.

When he hits that spot again, I’m screaming in a voice I never knew I possessed. It’s so long and raw, like standing at the peak of a mountain and shouting at the top of my lungs to my heart’s content.

And just like that, I’m free. Like that day in my bedroom, I’m having an out-of-body experience where everything is trapped in a halo.

Adrian powers inside me over and over again, never slowing down. As he promised, he fucks me so hard, my front slides back and forth on the table, straining my hard nipples on the harsh surface.

That added burst of pleasure triggers another submerging wave that transports me to an alternate space. I couldn’t fight it if I wanted to. And I don’t want to, because at this moment, I feel wild and free like I never have in my life.

“Adrian…”

He wraps my hair around his fist and pulls me by it so that I’m suspended in mid-air while he drives into me. The position isn’t exactly comfortable, but it gives him more depth and my orgasm more force.

“Say it again. My name.”

“Adrian…” I manage on a whimper as my eyes clash with his. They’re ashen, but sparking with lust that mirrors mine. It’s so strong that I can taste it in the small space between us.

“You’ll never say anyone else’s name in that tone again.” The raw possessiveness registers for a second before he rubs my clit and I’m falling again.

This time, he uses my hair to drag me closer and crashes his mouth to my aching lips, plunging his tongue inside. He twirls it against mine with the same rhythm he’s fucking me. I’m delirious, the triple stimulation my undoing. I don’t even know if I’ll get back from this one, but I fall anyway.

That’s how I’ve felt about everything to do with Adrian since I first met him. He has a way of making me abandon my inhibitions and just…fall.

It’s liberating as much as it is dangerous.

Delicious as much as it is terrifying.

My eyes are drooping when I find myself in his arms again, his tongue at the back of my throat and his cock ramming into me with the harshness of a warrior.

He goes rigid at my back and grunts in my mouth as warmth fills my insides and then trickles down my thighs when he pulls out of me.