was a tryst.
sin swallowed down by desire.
what I tell myself.
my body isn’t the only part that
for him now.
sold my soul.
my heart is a slave to the devil.
unveiled the taboo,
unexpectedly stole my heart.
I walked away.
is my religion.
became my sanctuary.
it’s forgiveness she seeks
price just doubled.
she’ll pay it bound at my feet.
gave her pain for pleasure.
I’ll make her beg me for more.
he’s afraid I’ll hurt him again.
as far as you trust me to go. Deal.” He nods his head hesitantly as my hand
finds the top button of his shirt, I undo it slowly making my way to each
before his shirt is completely undone. I only stop to briefly trace the tattoo
on his chest. God, I missed this body. His twelve pack casts a heavy shadow
from beneath the shirt and I run my fingers over his rock-hard stomach and up
to his chest, leaning in to kiss the tattooed area.
pulling back to look into his eyes.
after.” Smacking his drink down on the bar top he puts his hands on my waist,
walking me backward away from the bar and then jerks me forward eliciting a
surprised yelp as I’m hoisted over his shoulder. “See that’s the problem”
bringing his hand down on my ass hard, “The way I see it, this is all you get.
I’ll give you my cock but that’s it. That’s the only deal I’ll make with you.
Take it or leave it.” It’s a start.
enough.” He places me back on my feet and looks me up and down, his expression
mirrors my own frustration.
words leave little room for debate.
lost his mind.
for me to disrobe.
He has lost his mind.
Take your goddamn clothes off so I can bury my dick inside that tight wet
all the time in the world, slipping off each shoulder giving my tyrant his own
private show. The more time I take the more his jaw tenses. God, I love riling
this man up.
I will take out every one of the seconds, on that ass tonight.”
adjusting the bulge, groaning with the motion.
myself.” His demeanor couldn’t be more serious. He will tear this very expensive,
amazing outfit off my body without so much as a second thought.
panic. I’m never going to make it. Fuck! I’m so hot, I don’t know which outcome
I want more. His punishment or my victory.
right shoulder strap starting to shimmy.
where I could go to buy some more time. “Four.” I love this outfit.
I push my jumpsuit down to my ankles.
isn’t making grilled cheese sandwiches, she can be found writing saucy novels
that titillate and excite her readers.