Sinful Kisses by Emily Bowie

CHAPTER 25

We’re looking straight at each other, and his eyes soften. His facial features are hard but his eyes warm. I hate the way he’s looking at me. I would rather he think I’m a bitch. It makes it easier to deal with.

He’s not holding me like a prisoner. My veins strum, and my hands wiggle against the tape.

“What’s it going to be, Gia?”

The strumming ignites my whole body, heading right for the apex of my thighs.

“I hate you.” I’m unconvincing. My voice shakes and is low.

“Good. It will make this so much sweeter,” he rasps against the shell of my ear.

He moves, and our bodies touch. My legs naturally wrap around him, helping to steady myself. It has nothing to do with wanting him to kiss me. Or the way my nipples pebble with a reminder of his hands on me.

His grip loosens on my waist but stays holding on.

“This changes nothing,” I state.

He chuckles, his finger feathering up and down my collarbone.

“You can lie to yourself all you want.” His lips press hard against me. A traitorous moan bubbles up from my throat, and he swallows it whole.

My legs grip harder, pulling him in. The bulge in his pants digs into me. His fingers skim my stomach, coming up to the bottom of my bare breast before going down. He teases me, my nipples pointing harder than ever before.

His hand moves away from under my shirt, and I feel an immediate chill. He never once stops kissing me. It’s demanding. He controls everything about it. I hear the rip and feel the pull of the material from my body before his hands are back on me. I can’t help but think that him ripping my shirt was the hottest thing I have ever experienced. Free of restriction, his hands cup my breasts, his fingers pinching at my nipple. His touch is addicting.

Our lips move in sync. Even as he tries to pull away, I keep mine glued to his, not ready to give it up.

“Patience,” I’m scolded. I shouldn’t have a smile on my face, but I do. I like this Romeo. He knows what I need before I do.

He holds my legs and moves down my length before I’m standing on two wooden platforms that he pulls down from the wall.

All of a sudden, it dawns on me. This is a sex room. The chains hanging from the roof are not for killing. The black leather cuffs are attached to each chain. There are black whips that line one wall. These things should have been the first I noticed. A bad taste fills my mouth, thinking of Romeo bringing others here. Is this why he works late at night?

“Is this where you bring all your girls?”

He takes me in. “I’m not the one who spends their time back in this area.” I’m not sure if I should be relieved or horrified that we’re using his brother’s room. My eyes dart to the whips behind him. He turns my chin toward him, wanting to keep my attention on him. “Although he likes his girls bruised and bloody by the time he’s done. I doubt you would enjoy that.”

He undoes my pants, pulling them down to my knees. It’s slow, teasing me along the way. The way his hands skim my skin has me forgetting all about his brother’s scary fetish.

“I think we can come to a compromise.” He kisses up my leg, pausing at the small wet spot on my panties. Cockily, he looks up, lifting a brow with a silent I know you’re into this. I am. I’m practically panting, wanting everything he plans to give me.

“I’m going to take my time, since last time I didn’t have the chance to.” I nod enthusiastically. “Don’t forget, I still need to punish you for looking through my things. You’re not going to come until I think you’ve learned your lesson. That’s how this is going to go.”

“Remind me to piss you off more often.”

Instead of responding, he licks the inside of my thigh but misses the outline of my panties. I pout, and he bites my inner thigh. I scream out at the sudden rush of pain before he’s soothing it with his tongue.

“When anyone sees your body, they will know you belong to someone.”

My fingers itch to run through his hair but can’t reach with the metal holding me in place. He sucks on the other side of my thigh before easily maneuvering my legs around his shoulders. I’m suspended in the air as he nudges the thin fabric separating us.

He sucks on my clit before his tongue fucks me as if it were his cock. I’m climbing toward an orgasm, needing him to place more pressure on my clit. My hips move to his rhythm, helping him. His fingers massage my ass before landing a hard slap to one cheek. His lips leave my pussy, and he moves me higher to kiss the sting from my behind.

The act itself seems forbidden but only encourages me. “This pussy and this ass are now mine,” he says with a vengeance. “Has anyone ever taken your ass before?”

I shake my head.

“Good. It’s mine.”

His tongue swirls closer to my rosebud, and I try to squirm away. “Relax. I’m not taking it tonight.”

To my horror, he licks my forbidden entrance. I can’t be in a very attractive position, but Romeo doesn’t seem to care. Then he does it again. I close my eyes, trying to be in the moment, and slowly, it feels good. Like really good.

As my body thrums with need, he moves once again. Kisses are placed on my stomach and around my breasts. His fingers tweak my nipples, sending short jolts of pain to them before his mouth latches on to lick them better. He goes back and forth to each breast, taking his time.

I close my eyes, my head against the wall. I hear the clang of his belt before I feel his hard dick against my skin. It presses into my leg, nuzzling between my thighs, but never comes close to where I want him.

“Look at me, Gia.” His hand grabs hold of my neck and applies pressure. With zero warning, his dick slams into me. I’m so wet he glides smoothly in. My legs wrap around him once again. As he fucks me, he marks every inch his mouth can reach. I can feel the bruising under my boob from him sucking on it. On my neck and on every other part of my flesh.

His cock is hitting the perfect spot. I’m about to cry out, when he pulls out. My body is released from the hook, and I’m pushed down to my knees. “You’re not coming yet, Gia. Suck my cock.”

He brings his dick to my lips, and I place my mouth on it. My tongue massages his veiny length as my cheeks hollow when I suck. It slips out a few times; each time, he places it back in my mouth. Each suck has him groaning, and I can hear the start of my name on his lips. It spurs me on, wanting to get him off.

“My cock tastes like you, Gia. Isn’t it sweet?” My hands strain against the duct tape as his hips thrust him into my mouth.

He yanks my hair, and his dick pops out of my mouth. “Fuck, you’re too good at that,” he hisses like it’s a bad thing.

He turns me around, placing my hands on the wall before he enters me. Each thrust is harder than the last. His hand circles around my clit. He pushes me farther down, his balls slapping me with each of his movements. My body is becoming worked up again. It fights harder to come, not wanting to be stopped this time. It builds with each thrust.

I’m so incredibly close. I push my ass back into him, needing him to be deeper. Then I feel his thumb brushing over my rosebud. It circles, adding to the intensity my body is building. At the same time he pushes deep into me, his thumb enters my ass, and I scream out his name as he’s calling out mine.

I can feel my walls clamp down on him like a vice; it’s pulsing like it never has before. My heart rate is alarmingly high as he pulls me up flush against him. I can feel warm liquid drop down my leg.

“Mine” is all he says, freeing my hands as he walks out the door.

I take a second to realize he left me naked in this strange room before I remember the mess I left in his bedroom. Serves him right for the way he acted.