Treachery Prequel

But I still let him because I was practically melting at that moment, as if he’d let me go and I’d just fall to the floor a puddle of feminine submission and raging hormones.

This was stupid. Purely idiotic, but I went with it, allowed it, couldn’t pull myself away from it if I tried.

He woke up everything inside of me that I’d long ignored and I kissed him back as my fingers let go of the shoes they were holding, as my hands moved to run up the hard bulge of his arms.

Fuck, his tongue was thick and wet and warm and his hands held me in place while he kissed and licked and nipped, tasting me in the way he wanted while I fought to remember to breathe.

I couldn’t stand this son of a bitch, yet I couldn’t push him away, not after his body pressed to mine and the heat was so unbearably good that I moaned and dropped my head back when his hands finally moved down my body, his mouth dragging down my throat where my pulse pounded against his lips.

Seconds later we were both ripping at our clothes as if they’d offended us for daring to keep us apart. My hands fumbled the button of his jeans open just before he dragged my arms up while removing my shirt.

I was still half dressed when he lifted me up and tossed me on his bed.

Ta

Holy shit...

It was unfair how beautiful he was. The gods must have carved him from stone with the intent to screw over womankind because why else would such an arrogant ass be wrapped in a package as perfect as that?

He smirked when he caught me staring. “This changes nothing between us. Just so you know.”

“I wouldn’t want it to,” I rasped.

He gri

“Yes.”

I’d barely said the answer before my body was jerked down as he tugged my jeans off. His gaze trailed down me burning a path over every inch of skin. He wasn’t touching me, but I could feel him everywhere, and I both loved and hated how he felt.

If just the way he looked at me could cause that, then what would his hands feel like? His mouth? His tongue?

My eyes drifted south to see he was fully erect under his boxer briefs, the thick outline trapping my breath in my lungs. If anything, it answered one question:

There was no way that could have been inside me without me still feeling it in the morning.

We hadn’t slept together, not last night anyway. The same couldn’t be said for what was happening now. This extremely bad decision I was making that felt good.

Ta

I was on fire in every place our skin met, my lips parting to drag in air, but then his mouth was on mine again, taking, exploring, and I kept my eyes open to watch him lose control.

It was fascinating.

He was fascinating.

But also dangerous, and while I knew that, I wasn’t doing the smart thing by saying no.

His lips pressed soft kisses down my throat, lower until he was teasing my breasts over the cups of my bra.

Dragging the cup down with his thumb, he licked my nipple and blew on in until it was hard, my back arching up, begging for more. And then his teeth bit down, his tongue swirling over the sting of them. My fingers gripped his hair and it was as soft as I knew it would be.

His voice was gritty against my body. “I hope you don’t think this means I’ll play nice from now on.”

Ta

His fingers drifted over my hip, between my legs. I was soaked for him, embarrassment heating my cheeks because there was no way he could miss how much my body wanted him.

On a tease, he flicked my panties aside and dragged a fingertip along my slit.

“This is interesting,” he joked. “Should have told me how much you wanted me before, Luna, I would have gladly-“

“It’s Luca and you know it, jerk.”

Ta

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help the shiver that coursed through me.

“And nice? Ha! You? I’m not sure the word can be used in the same sentence as your name. There’s some law against it.”

He chuckled, the sound deep. “In all fifty states, as a matter of fact.”

But he was nice, so damn nice that when he dragged my panties down my legs and peered up at me, I almost came at the sight of those heated, dark eyes watching.

Hands shoving my legs apart, his mouth covered my pussy, his breath a wash of heat, his tongue...

My eyes rolled back in my head, my fingers clutching his hair. “This is nice,” I squeaked.

And then he spoke against me. “Do you ever shut up?”

But then his tongue was pushing inside me and I shut up then, my ability to speak stolen as he lapped at my arousal and circled his tongue over my clit.

My body buzzed with the need for a quick release because it had been too long since I had one. I couldn’t hold it back, my legs locking on the sides of his head as I was taken over by an orgasm that hit me like a speeding truck.

“I’m....oh god...”

Not that I could open my eyes to see, but I somehow knew he was staring up my body to watch me come apart and that made the orgasm stronger.

I was shaking by the time it ended, the blood rushing in my head loud, but not loud enough to block out the way he chuckled, the sound arrogant and full of male satisfaction. He could make me see stars and he knew it.

Crawling up, he shoved his boxer briefs off, leaned to grab a condom from the drawer in his side table and was sliding it on when he spoke softly.

“I’m not God, so next time you come, I want to hear my name on your lips.”

A smile stretched my mouth. “And if I refuse?”

His mouth crashed with mine as he dragged my leg up to lock it over his hip.

“Then I’ll keep going until you’re begging me to stop.”

He lined his cock with my entrance and drove inside with one possessive thrust, no hesitation, no concern that he would be too big, Ta

I could feel him everywhere, his body hard, his cock harder, and when he moved it was hypnotic, his mouth stealing my ability to breathe as his thrusts became more powerful, a good hard fucking because this wasn’t sweet, it was two people who didn’t want to want each other. As if we were getting it out of our system, as if we could satisfy some deep seated urge and then forget we ever knew each other.

It wasn’t long before another orgasm came on, my body clinging to his as he pushed me over a precipice that should have been illegal, my arms locking over his shoulders as his name crawled over my lips. I knew he enjoyed that, but he was too busy chasing his own release, his hips thrusting him impossibly deeper as he came.

And as I wound down, my skin slick with sweat, his body collapsing on mine, I remembered how stupid I was for letting this happen.

Ta

But I’d won, and that’s all that mattered.

The thought felt like victory and it made me smile.

I should have remembered that pride always goes before the fall.