Page 42 of Forbidden Bride (Forbidden 1)
“Really,” he says.
“Like what?”
He doesn’t hesitate. “I’d start by undressing you and tying your wrists to the headboard with something soft—a tie or a scarf, whatever you’re comfortable with—and then I’d make you close your eyes while I kiss you from your throat to your ankles. That’s as far as I got.”
My scalp zings, my knees suddenly weak as vivid images rise unbidden in my mind, so I lean a shoulder against the shower wall for support. My face goes hot, my pulse doubling.
“Mmm,” I moan quietly. “And what would you want me to do to you in return?”
Holy crap, did I just say that? I don’t even care. I want this.
I want anything Marco can give me.
“I’d want you to wrap your soft little hand around my cock and grip it tight,” he says.
The phone almost slips from my fingers. It’s getting hot in here, so wet and steamy…
“Mmm…” I pant. “And then stroke you up and down, like I did with my mouth?”
A low, answering groan comes over the line. “Yes. Just like that. Take off your clothes, Karina. Be naked with me.”
“They’re already off,” I tell him truthfully. “But this is about you. I want you to feel good. Like you did when I had my mouth on your cock. When I licked the tip slow with my tongue. Circling, soft. Tasting you.”
My voice is a hard whisper as I start repeating each thing he says, adding onto it with my own dirty descriptions, coaxing him, getting into it, letting out short, breathy gasps since I’m afraid I’ll be overheard if I moan. I’ve never done this before, but I think I’m getting the hang of it. Another groan from Marco lets me know that I’m doing just fine.
“Use your hand. Stroke me harder. Faster,” he murmurs.
“Harder. Faster. Yes. I’m stroking you with my tight fist while I suck the tip—”
“Mmm. Faster.”
“Faster,” I agree. “Licking you. Sucking, even harder, stroking you harder, so good—”
“More, fuck, more.”
“Get ready. I’m opening wider, taking all of you in my mouth. Swallowing you right down. You feel your head hitting the back of my throat, don’t you? Choking me, so good, so—”
“Fuck!” He groans hard and strained, followed by a beat of silence and then a forceful breath.
I listen closely and then he huffs a short laugh. “Jesus, Karina. How did you do that?”
“I’ve read a lot of dirty books.” My heart is still pounding in my chest. I can’t believe I just did that. But the exhilaration fades as I see the time on the phone. “I’m sorry. I have to go.”
“Karina—”
“You’re incredible, Marco. I’m glad we met. Thank you for everything.”
Hanging up, I press the phone against my chest and hold back a surge of tears. With no time for self-pity, I delete the call, turn off the phone, and then remove the battery. Then I set the pieces on the tub floor, readjusting the showerhead until water beats a torrent over them. I wish I could just smash the thing, but can’t risk the noise, so I wait a few minutes, hoping the water is enough to destroy all the evidence. Then I wrap the pieces in toilet paper and shove them to the bottom of the trash can.
Finally turning off the shower, I wrap myself in a towel and start putting my makeup on.
Only then does my heart fully realize what I’ve done.
I just said goodbye to Marco.
