The Sweetest Temptation
Chapter 179: Use me

Chapter 179: Use me

"Fuck little mouse, saying those things makes me want to own you," he whispered, staring at her intensely.

His possessiveness lit a match within her until a slow and steady heat started to flicker inside. "You already do," she admitted.

"You’re the most important thing in my life," he breathed, and his brow crumbled as he stared at her, almost confused, like he didn’t know how that had happened.

"Tell me what you need," she whispered. Her gaze flicked to his chest, taking in his tattoos . In the center of his chest, there was his mother’s name. Her lips curled up.

She wanted him. With every fiber of her being. She wanted the good and the bad.

She wanted him open and raw and aching with a primal drive to imprint himself into her soul. She wanted to fall apart in his hands.

He stood up and stepped from the bed to the floor.

"You look so innocent yet every word that leaves your lips is enough to set me on fire. Why is that little mouse? Were you sent to condemn me on earth?" he murmured. He reached out with a trembling hand and softly touched her cheek. Beatrix couldn’t help but sigh as she nuzzled into him.

"I thought Niarchos’ men weren’t afraid of burning."

She whispered.

His expression darkened. The air turned ominous, and her heart gave an anxious thud.

"Hmm we are not but when it comes to you, we are not so sure."

Slowly, he drew his palms up her sides, his thumb caressing the swell of her breasts through the linen of her nightwear.

She drew in a sharp breath at the harsh demand on his face. The fire in his eyes made her knees go to jelly, but she kept her voice steady. "You’re taking long—" The teasing words were barely out before his lips cut her off. He feasted on her mouth, thrusting his tongue in as his hands came up to fist in her hair. She began to shake, her breath gushing out when he lifted his head.

"Are you sure about this?" he rasped in her ear, his voice low and barely controlled. "You’ve got to be sure." His lips skidded up her neck as he spoke.

"I’m positive,"she murmured. His lips covered hers again. His tongue probed, demanding entry. Her mouth opened, allowing him to explore her, to devastate her.

He stopped, rested his forehead on hers. ’I want to look at you, Little mouse."

"But you’re looking at me." She blinked at him. God her innocence was just so fucking cute. He chuckled,

"Take off your clothes," he said, his soft voice a whip crack in the silence.

"Oh."

She was quick to obey, sliding off her shirt until she was in front of him in nothing but her panties. He bent his head to watch her exposed breast.

She flushed as his eyes devoured her body, naked from the waist.

Fire flared in her belly, flooding between her thighs. His lips, hot and insatiable, closed over the swollen peak, suckled strongly. Her breath caught as the arrow of lust shot down to her center.

"You’re beautiful, little mouse,’ he murmured. He cupped the ripe breast in his palms, rubbed his thumbs over her engorged nipples.

She went lax under his stroking hands. The heat was so intense now, she felt she might faint.

He walked over to his nightstand and opened a drawer.

"Trust me," he said, no question in his voice. He lifted up a black rope from the drawer and held it up for her to see.

Without hesitation, she offered up her hands and he looked surprised by her quick compliance. He began to wrap the rope around her wrists, looping it twice before securing it to the headboard above her head.

He gave the rope a gentle tug, causing it to dig into her skin slightly, which seemed to fuel her desire.

She squirmed slightly, causing some wetness to slide down her leg.

He growled in appreciation as he traced his finger along the curve of her elbow and down to curl around her nipple. "So fucking perfect," he muttered under his breath.

Upon seeing him stand up, she observed him reach into the drawer and extract a red cloth and an object that resembled a plug. Her mind immediately conjured the memory of Damien fucking her ass causing her to squirm. After setting the items down, he removed his briefs and unveiled his hard member.

As she beheld the vision before her, her heartbeat quickened. Climbing onto the bed, he positioned himself astride her and grasped his engorged member, stroking it forcefully. She couldn’t help but admire his striking size and immaculate form. As he drew closer to her, his cock was just inches from her face.

She flicked out the tip of her tongue, it caressed his swollen head, causing him to moan. Abruptly, he grabbed her hair with one hand and used the other to slowly drive forward. In short strokes, he pushed in and out until he lost control and went all the way to the back of her throat, causing her to gag. He smoothed the side of her face, attempting to calm her.

"Relax, sweetheart. Let me in," he soothed.

His tone shattered her, and she couldn’t resist licking and sucking desperately, urging him deeper with the curve of her tongue while breathing in his enticing scent.

As she watched him lose his mind while he fucked her mouth, she realized that she loved this. She loved him. "You look so pretty swallowing my cock," he whispered as he gazed down at her with his glittering blue eyes.

He flexed his hips, and his muscles coiled beneath him as he started to jerk faster and faster. His eyes glassed over. Although she was desperate for him to fuck her aching core, she was also desperate to taste his cum.

She whimpered as he fell forward, bracing his hand against the headboard as he punished her mouth, almost angrily. It was as if he hated her for making him lose control like this, but she couldn’t help the pleasure that surged through her.

With each thrust and swirl of his hips, she felt a throbbing beat taunting her insides. Her body was electric, and she longed for him to touch her, make her climax, make her scream. The only contact she had with him was through his cock.

As he moaned and stiffened, releasing pulse after pulse of cum, she desperately tried to catch every drop, but it spilled out of her mouth. He panted, trying to recover, but when she swirled her tongue over his crown, he growled and pulled out.

"You’re so naughty little mouse." He whispered as his fingers slid in between her legs.

She couldn’t believe how good it felt, his fingers expertly exploring the slickness between her legs. She moaned as he dipped teasingly through her folds, causing a pleased sound to escape his lips.

She yelped in surprise when she felt a sharp slap on her aching core, which left her squeaking in pleasure and confusion.

Desperately tugging at her arms, she squirmed underneath him, trying to maintain her composure as he responded with a dark and dangerous smile that made her want to hold on for the ride. When he purred the question, "

Do you want to come?", she could barely nod before he stretched out and pressed his still hard length next to her wet heat.