Page 35 of Reckless Seduction
And I’m loving every minute of it.
Wetness slicks my thighs as desire pools in my stomach. Fuck, this is wrong. I researched breath play once for an article I did on a BDSM club that opened several years ago. The research made it seem as scary as it did erotic. My interest was piqued, but Drew was never anything but plain old vanilla with me, and the thought of broaching the subject with him turned my stomach.
Spit dribbles down my chin. My lungs burn and my jaw aches. He’s only been leaving me breathless for a few seconds at a time, but as his thrusts grow more erratic, he slows. The leather edges of the belt dig into the delicate flesh of my neck, the pain chasing on the heels of my pleasure at watching the powerful man towering above me be brought to heel with my mouth on his cock. He uses the belt to push in deeper, my nose nearly touching his stomach. Tears stream down my reddened cheeks as he keeps his cock buried deep in my throat for several moments until I’m pushing at his thighs, desperate for air.
“Look at me,mo fraochÚn beag,” he growls, removing himself from my mouth. I lift my eyes to him, unable to disobey the deep, masculine command. What I see leaves me more breathless than I already am. Kiernan’s pupils are blown wide, the black pits swallowing up the green of his irises like a black hole. Fervent hunger and molten desire bear down on me, casting off him in waves, causing my stomach to churn with unease, while at the same time, my heart is exploding.
No one has ever looked at me this way before.
Like they want me.
Need me.
Can’t live without me.
“Good girl.” I flush at the praise. He turns his head and speaks over his left shoulder. “Think she learned her lesson, brother?”
Seamus chuckles from the doorway.
“Only one way to find out.” He saunters into the room with the grace of a panther, licking his lips as he takes in my state of disarray. No doubt my lips are swollen and red, cheeks flushed, and hair mussed. “Stand up, wildcat.” I take his offered hand, letting him pull me to my feet.
In one swift movement, Seamus lifts me from my feet and tosses me onto the bed. A grin stretches across his face as he pulls his shirt over his head. My teeth bite into my lower lip, eyes widening as I take in his chiseled features. The twins are nearly perfect mirror images of one another, but that doesn’t dull the chest-squeezing sensation I feel each time one of them undresses.
It’s like looking at an original Rembrandt in all its glory and finding that he painted another in its exact image with hints of deviance to it. From a distance, they look the same. Up close is where one can see the differences. The subtle shift in brushstrokes, the slight deviation of colors that can only be seen if you know what you’re looking for.
Seamus and Kiernan Kavanaugh are two original Rembrandts, painted one right after the other. Similar, yet different. I can see the subtle nuances that each man has, and it takes my breath away. They’re both solid muscle, but Seamus is slightly broader than his brother, whose lean body is meant for speed and agility. Tattoos litter their bodies, the ink a mix of Celtic knots and imagery that is unique to their own person.
Their personalities vary as well.
I noticed it this morning and at the lunch table. Seamus seems to be more lighthearted and relaxed. He works in shades of gray, twisting the rules without snapping them. Kiernan is black and white, constantly assessing for threats. For him, the rules are less of a guideline and more finite. They are two sides of the same coin, and even now, as my heart beats a staccato rhythm of fear and anticipation, I relish every minute of them.
Damn. I sound like some insta-love heroine from those romance books Lina constantly threw at me.
The clink of a belt buckle thrusts me from my thoughts. The leather swishes through the belt loops of Seamus’s pants, causing my thighs to clench. With a small smirk, he throws the belt to the side, his pants following along with his shirt, and then he’s standing before me, naked in all his erect glory. He palms his cock with his hand, giving himself a long, rough stroke.
All my thoughts disappear, and there’s nothing left but the hot flow of desire surging through me. The twins glance at each other, another silent conversation between them, before Kiernan divests himself fully of his own clothes and strides toward the bed. Seamus sits down on the edge, slowly easing himself back.
Kiernan’s hand grabs at my ankle, pulling me until I’m bent over the edge of the bed, my ass high in the air. Licking his lips,Seamus adjusts himself so that his legs are on either side of me. He fists my hair, shifting until his hot length is in line with my mouth.
“Here’s how this is going to work, wildcat,” Seamus purrs dangerously. “We’re going to ask you some questions. If you answer honestly, we’ll reward you.” His eyes shift to his brother, whose warm body briefly leaves mine to rummage around in a drawer to my right. It’s only moments before I can feel him behind me again, a slight buzzing echoing his footsteps.
A gasp falls from my parted lips as the tip of the vibrator presses against my already swollen clit. A wanton moan slips through me at the feel of the vibrations lighting up my core, the sensation sweeping through my body, lighting my neurons on fire. My skin erupts in goose bumps, nipples pebbling.
“Understand, Bailey?” Kiernan growls from behind me.
Not trusting my voice, I simply nod.
It sounds easy enough.
If he keeps that vibrator on my pleasure button, I’ll tell them every nuclear launch code I have… which is none, but it’s the sentiment that counts.
Right?
“Good.” A small whimper surges through me when the vibration comes to a sudden stop. Seamus’s fingers grip my jaw firmly, but with a gentle touch, redirect my gaze to him. “Now, tell us your name, lass.”
I snort. “You already know my name.”
Seamus’s gaze slides from mine to his brother, something unspoken shifting between the two of them before something swishes through the air. I cry out as a line of hot fire lights up my ass. Seamus grips my hair tightly in his hand. Taking advantage of my wide-open mouth, he thrusts his cock inside, burying himself in the back of my throat without preamble. I gag, spittle forming at the edge of my mouth as he controls the movementof my head up and down his long shaft without giving me a reprieve.
