Tempting Bad Read Online M. Robinson

Categories Genre: Angst, BDSM, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
Advertisement1

Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
<<<<445462636465667484>134
Advertisement2


She cunningly smiled and walked over to me, each step precise and calculated, like she was strategizing with each stride. Once she was in front of me, she got down on her knees. My first initial thought was that she was actually going to try to suck my dick, but when she looked up at me with those big, beautiful baby blue eyes, my mind literally stopped fucking working, and all I could think about was having her sweet little mouth on me.

“Who’s pretending now? Hmmm… it’s not so much fun when you’re on the other side of the questions, is it?” She seductively smiled and raked her fingers against my thighs. “Come on, Devon; let me hear all about your past, your sadness; the fact that you have strong enough sleeping pills to knock out a horse… huh? And when you’re done, I’ll make it all go away… just like in fairytales. I’ll save you,” she crudely mocked.

I couldn’t believe what she was saying and she knew it. She was baiting me, she wanted me to leave or she wanted me to touch her… I think it was both. Though she was also confused, she was testing the waters to see what the outcome would be. She was already on her knees before me, but that wasn’t good enough…

She wanted me on mine, too.

<>B<>

“Awe… what’s wrong?” I sympathized with a snide tone. “Don’t you want to play? Maybe get to know me? I’m your Bambi, don’t you want me to set you free?” I murmured.

His appearance wasn’t at all what I was expecting. It caught me off guard as much as it turned me on. He looked at me like he wanted to cherish me, like he wanted to pull me into his arms and never let me go. I had never seen anything like it before. No one had ever looked at me like that. This man didn’t know me, but he wanted to. I could see it all over his handsome face. I had gotten under his skin and he couldn’t tell where I began and he ended.

He wanted me.

He needed me.

It was the scariest and most liberating feeling I had ever felt. Like I was standing at the edge of a cliff, ready to jump off. Not knowing or caring if there would be land or water beneath me.

I was ready to take the plunge.

With him…

For me…

For him…

For us?

My mind was scrambled with thoughts and emotions. I couldn’t control, label, or even understand them. It was one giant mess of roses. The exact same ones I hated, but secretly loved.

I wanted him to leave. I wanted him to look at me with disgust and walk away from me; to step into the elevator and out of my life for good.

Except, I didn’t.

I’m lying.

I wanted him to kiss me, to feel his lips on mine and to taste him. We had yet to kiss and I never really cared for it much, but with him I knew it would be different.

He would be different.

We would be different.

I needed it like I needed my next breath.

So I did the only thing that consumed me… the only thing that seemed right in a moment that should have felt wrong.

Should have been wrong.

I put my arms around his neck… and he let me.

I looked deep into his eyes… and saw the same intense gaze, staring back at me.

My chest was rising and lifting with each deep breath I took, and my heart felt like it was beating for him and only him.

And he knew it. I couldn’t hide from him and the worst part was…

I didn’t want to.

So I kissed him.

I kissed with the same ferocity of a million men going to war.

I kissed him like I was never going to see him again.

I kissed him like he belonged to me and I to him.

I kissed him like I was home; like he was my home.

I kissed him like I loved him.

And he matched every beat, every moment, every feeling and emotion… times ten.

The earth stopped moving and time stood still.

And just when I thought he was going to carry me into his arms and take me into the bedroom to make love to me… he pulled away. He pulled away and looked at me. I mean truly, wholeheartedly looked at me.

I was putty in his hands, he could mold me and build me however he wanted and I would let him. I barely heard our heavy panting and breathing from our escalated hearts and minds. They were both running wild and free.

In sync.

Together.

Side-by-side.

One…

He pushed away the hair from my face, and I so desperately wanted him to tie it back. I didn’t want anything to come between us, and he did just that. My hair no longer a barrier to come between whatever was happening between us.


Advertisement3

<<<<445462636465667484>134

Advertisement4