Page 50 of Condemned By Betrayal
“Don’t you want silence after listening to music for so long at the party?” I ask, making myself comfortable in his lap.
He unzips the blush pink, long-sleeved woolen dress I’m wearing from the back, the zipper running from my neck all the way down to my tailbone.
“I always prefer your music over silence.” He presses the words against my neck, sliding the dress off my shoulders.
“Why are you undressing me?” I breathe. My body doesn’t need more than his touch to ignite with uncontrollable lust.
“To enjoy the music better. Now play.”
He pushes the dress down, then my thong, leaving me in nothing but my heels. I don’t know what kind of music I can play with his hands all over me and anticipation clouding my head. All I can do is feel him and imagine what comes next. Still, I start playing.
Within a minute, I realize I’m playing an erotic composition I never imagined I could play. What else can I play when his hot breath is all over my neck and his hands are caressing my bare breasts?
“You’re distracting me.” I try to sound annoyed, but all that comes out is a moaning plea.
He hums, kissing down my neck and pinching my nipples. My fingers falter on the keys.
“Hunter,” I moan.
“Keep playing, baby.” His hoarse baritone command vibrates through my center, traveling as a shiver from my ear down my spine.
I do as he says while he releases one of my nipples and moves his hand down to my already dripping core. Without warning, he shoves two fingers inside me.
My hands pause on the piano. He pulls his fingers out and rubs my clit roughly with his slick fingers. I cry out in a sudden rush of pleasure so intense my head falls back onto his shoulder.
He bites my throat. “Didn’t I ask you to keep playing?” He shoves his fingers back inside in another punishing thrust, almost making me come.
“I—I—can’t.”
“You can. Do it.” He orders. “You’re playing so beautifully.”
I press the keys at random. I don’t know what kind of music is coming out now, and I don’t give a shit. All I care about is him making me lose my mind.
He pulls his fingers out, pushes my ass up, and unzips himself. The next moment, he’s pushing me down onto his dick. He slides inside me, drawing out another loud moan.
The music spirals further out of control as he fucks me like that, moving my ass up and down on his huge, thick dick. Within a few minutes, I’m about to come. And hard. Really hard.
My hands come to a halt again, my back arching against him, my head falling back onto his shoulder. He sucks on my neck, and just as I’m reaching the peak, he slaps my clit. The release halts, but something even stronger builds in its place.
“Who gave you permission—” another hard slap “—to stop?” Another one, and I squirt, crying and thrashing against him, my mind blanking in an orgasm so powerful it knocks my soul from my body. He doesn’t even stop there, he rubs my clit roughly, thrusting inside me with maddening strokes, making me squirt again and again.
Chapter 20
Hunter
A month later.
I kiss the top of her head and pull the quilt up around her, then head out to the balcony.
I call Logan. He picks up after a few rings.
“I thought you wouldn’t call, too busy living someone else’s life.”
“Shut up,” I grit out.
Logan asked me to call him when he came to our house for dinner. I know what he has to tell me. I’ve been busy all month with Elowen, our startup, and getting Chris out of our system, but that doesn’t mean I forgot about that motherfucker.
Logan chuckles. “Don’t get mad, brother. Sooo...” He drags the word. “I’ve found out where Salvario De Falco is. And he’s at...” He takes an annoying pause. “Tick-tock one... tick-tock two...”
