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

Still gripping my ass, Adrian unzips his pants and releases his raging hard-on. I swallow at the size of him. His cock is just like the rest of him, beautiful and scary.

He gives it a single violent stroke that leaves me breathless. I love it when he touches himself with that sure masculinity. A drip of precum travels down his length and I find myself wanting to lick my lips and him.

Still gripping his cock with one hand, he cups my jaw, gliding his thumb over my tear-streaked face. “I love it when you cry because your tiny body can’t contain the pleasure I give you. It makes me rock fucking hard to see your arousal tears. Did you cry during sex for other bastards?”

“No,” I whisper, strangely turned on by his words. Am I sick that I’m happy he likes my pleasure tears?

His gray eyes darken with raw possessiveness as he presses down on my cheeks. “These tears are only mine, aren’t they, Lenochka?”

“Yes…”

“And they always will be.”

“Yes…”

He leans over so the warmth of his chest is an inch away from my back and his hot breaths tickle the side of my face. “I’m going to fuck you and you’re going to cry for me.”

My spine tingles, and the orgasm that still didn’t release me yet rushes back in with wrecking force.

Adrian slams inside me in one ruthless go that knocks the breath out of my lungs and the thoughts out of my head.

“Fuck,” he groans when he’s sheathed deep inside me, and I meet it with a moan, because no matter how many times he does it, being this tangled with him always feels new. Like this is our first time, or worse, like we both get more addicted with each touch, each fuck, each joining of our bodies.

Adrian grabs a fistful of my hair and my assaulted ass as he thrusts deep inside me, hitting that sensitive spot over and over.

I’m so close to the edge that I’m sobbing again. Tears stream down my cheeks and my moans echo in the air.

He releases my hair and glides his strong, lean fingers across my cheek, taking the tears away before pressing his middle and index fingers against my lips. I open, letting him slide them inside.

“These tears and moans are fucking mine, Lenochka.”

I suck on his fingers as a reply while he slides them in and out of my mouth, matching the rhythm of his cock inside me.

The moment he slaps my burning ass, I’m coming again, clenching around him with a wordless cry.

Adrian joins me soon after, his body going rigid before the familiar warmth of his seed fills me.

Then, in the midst of the carnal pleasure, everything turns black.





18





Lia





I’m faintly aware of strong arms carrying me in their cocoon. Ones I recognize even with my eyes closed.

I’m placed on a soft mattress and a warm cloth wipes between the valley of my breasts, brushing against my nipples before sliding to my sticky core.

“Mmmm.” I sigh in my half-asleep state as I bask in the soothing sensation.

I probably would never admit this out loud, but Adrian’s aftercare is addictive. It’s so tender in contrast to his brutal touch. So patient, too. He takes his sweet time cleaning my every pore like he finds pleasure in touching me this way.

I’m about to fall back asleep as usual when his strong voice filters in the silence, “Who were you talking to in the lingerie shop, Lia?”

My eyes snap open, my breath hitching when I find him standing over my lying position, the contours of his face shadowed by the dark. “W-what?”

“The man you were touching that red lingerie in front of. Who the fuck is he?”

Shit!

“A-Adrian…”

His hand wraps around my jaw. “It’s better that you freely divulge information or I’ll find him and rip his heart out while you watch.”

“No, Adrian…please.”

“Who is he?” His tone is frightening, harsh.

I shake my head frantically.

“It was me.”

Our attention snaps to the figure sliding inside my room from the balcony. I gasp as Luca comes into view, holding a gun.

“Looks like you have to die sooner rather than later, Volkov.” And then he shoots, the bullet lodging straight in Adrian’s chest, and he falls face-first against my lap, blood exploding on his white shirt.

“Noooo!” I shriek, bolting up.

My eyes open, and I quickly take note of my surroundings. I’m in my room, the morning light filtering through the balcony’s muslin curtains.

Luca isn’t in view.

There’s no blood either.

Please tell me that was a nightmare. Please.

I retrieve my phone with trembling fingers, going straight to Adrian’s number. He entered it the first time he was here in case I need him, but he’s always the one who texts to ask what I want for dinner.

This is my first time to contact him.

My unsteady thumb swipes over his name and I place the phone to my ear. I’m shaking, my limbs sweaty as I listen to it ring.

Please tell me he’s busy working or doing whatever he does when he leaves my apartment.

Heavy footsteps come from outside the bedroom before Adrian appears in the doorway, wearing only his boxer briefs. A sheen of sweat covers his sun-kissed skin, causing the full tattoo sleeves to shine in the morning glow. His glorious abdomen and chest muscles ripple with every movement.