Series: Chicago Sin Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
I shake my head. I don’t know why I thought he had some magic answers for me here. “What do you know, anyway?” I mutter, turning away.
He catches my arm and pulls me back. “Either give it up or fight for it, Flowers. Don’t hold your breath and pretend it’s not sinking when it is.”
I’m not the type to get physical with anyone, but I give his chest a hard shove. “Fuck you, Armando.”
I know, not a really profound comeback. But I—
I lose my train of thought when he captures my wrists and backs me into the wall, his hard body pressed against mine. “Watch it, Flowers.”
I don’t know why I get wet every time he manhandles me. Or threatens me. It’s like my body can’t distinguish his abuse from foreplay. Not that it feels like abuse. His actions definitely read more as foreplay—it’s not just me.
“Get off me,” I whisper, but I clearly don’t mean it.
“Breathe, Flowers.”
I attempt to pull my wrists free, but he tightens his hold. “Breathe, or I’ll make you.”
“How will you do that?” I challenge. I’m way more turned on than afraid. I want all of his attention on me. On my body.
Maybe even on my business, even though he pissed me off.
He moves quickly, covering my mouth and nose with his free hand, blocking my air.
Surprise and fear leap to the surface, and I fight him, my survival instincts all kicking in.
He releases my wrists and shifts his other hand between my legs, cupping my mons firmly. He lets me take a quick breath, then smothers me again. Shock, terror and pleasure mingle in a rage of sensations. Blood rushes to my clit, tingles start up everywhere. He rubs firmly between my legs the whole time I freak out about not being able to draw a breath.
Just when I’m frantic, he pulls his hand away from my mouth and closes it around my throat instead. I suck in gasps of breath. It’s only been thirty seconds, and I’m on the cusp of an orgasm. He doesn’t choke me, he just uses his hand at my throat to hold me pinned against the wall while he works his fingers over my folds. He’s not even inside me, and I’m ready to go. I reach down and cover his hand with my own, pushing his fingers more firmly against my clit, my entrance, my anus.
He grins and nods, his eyes glittering with pleasure as my breathing grows more shallow. His other hand slides up my body, tracing a path up my neck and sending shivers through me, before coming to rest on my jaw. He looks into my eyes, and I can see the intensity in his gaze.
“I could fuck you all day, every day,” he whispers, and I can feel his breath tickle my skin. I nod, unable to find the words.
He tightens his grip around my throat and leans in, pressing his lips to mine hungrily. His tongue explores my mouth, tasting and teasing, and my arousal grows.
With a growl, he slides two fingers inside me. I gasp at the sudden pleasure as he strokes, pushing his wrist against my clit as he does. He starts to move faster and harder, stimulating me in ways I didn’t know could happen so closely to sex and being more than satisfied.
We just had sex.
Not being able to get enough of this man, I writhe and squirm against him, desperate for more. He takes up my challenge, alternating between hard thrusts and gentle caresses, driving me closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy.
He responds to my moans, pushing deeper and faster with each stroke. I can feel his breathing hitch as I mewl and pant against him, my body trembling with pleasure. His other hand slides around my waist, pulling me closer, and his tongue finds its way into my mouth, tasting and exploring me as his fingers move faster and faster over my sensitive skin.
The sensations are overwhelming. Every nerve is on fire, and I’m close to the edge, my hips bucking against his hand in a desperate attempt to reach climax—again. He must feel it too, and his tongue moves more fiercely against my own, his fingers working harder and harder until I can’t take it anymore, and I scream out my release, my body shaking and shuddering.
As I come, choking and gasping for my breath, Armando keeps rubbing between my legs. Stars dance before my eyes, and I close them, shuttled away in some other universe.
When I come back to reality, when my breath slows, and I open my eyes, I find Armando leaning his forehead against the wall beside my head, stroking my jaw with his thumb. His fingers still wrap around my neck and stroke between my legs.
A full-body shudder runs through me, another release.