Perfect Villain (Dark Lies Duet 1) - Page 23

He licks his lips seductively and smiles. My stomach tightens, and I make quick work of my panties and bra, tossing them to the floor with my other clothes. I’m ready for this to be over, and it hasn’t even started yet.

Slowly, I crawl up onto the bed. Taj is leaning back on his arms, his eyes tracing a path over my skin like he’s never seen something so beautiful.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous, Siân. I don’t deserve you. I really don’t.”

I want to tell him that’s the truth, but press my lips together instead. I stop once I reach him and press those same lips against his. As soon as our lips touch, my brain disconnects from my body.

Taj’s tongue presses against the seam of my mouth, begging for entry, and I open for him. Our tongues collide and swirl together. I’m waiting for the spark, the warmth to overcome me. I should feel something, anything, but I don’t.

I feel nothing. It’s shocking and confusing.

Deepening the kiss, he tangles his hand in my hair, and our bodies collide. We roll, and he moves us, so I’m lying beneath him. He kisses me for a moment longer before he pulls away, his chest heaving. His pupils are dilated, and he presses his forehead against mine while staring into my eyes. I bite my bottom lip and watch as he moves off the bed and rips off his half-destroyed shirt. When he reaches for his belt, I move, slapping his hands away. I’m waiting for a zing of heat, a rush of excitement, but there’s nothing but a dull ache resonating through my chest.

I undo his belt quickly and push his pants down his legs, along with his boxers. Taj isn’t athletic or well built, but he goes jogging often, and it shows in the toned muscles of his legs. I drag my gaze up his body while he kicks his pants away. Like a lioness, I pounce on him and wrap my arms around his neck before slamming my mouth against his.

I kiss him with rage, with the need to feel more, so much more. We become a tangled web of limbs as we fall back against the mattress, and once more, I find myself beneath Taj’s body. He blankets himself over me, his hard cock pressing against my thigh.

My heart thunders in my ears, and my breath quickens, but it’s not because of Taj. It’s because of him. Christian. I let my eyes fall closed, and I can see him as clear as day in my mind. I imagine it’s him here with me and not Taj.

His fingers ghost between my thighs, parting my folds and sinking deep inside.

“You’re so beautiful, Siân. I want to see if it’s possible for you to look any prettier when you come on my hand and then cock.”

“Oh, God.” It’s all I can get out in response.

He’s everywhere. In the air I breathe, under my skin, and inside my mind. He’s owning me like only he can, and I never want him to stop. I want to give him the keys to my heart and body and never get them back. His hot breath fans against my chest, and then I feel his lips on my skin like a fiery brand. I gasp, my hips lifting with pleasure that zings through me.

His woodsy scent surrounds me, filling my lungs with every breath I take. I can taste him on my lips and feel him beneath my skin.

I’m pulled from the fantasy when Taj wraps a hand around my throat and gently squeezes. He’s never done something so erotic, and his touch grabs my attention.

My eyes flash to his, and he grabs me by the hip with his other hand before sinking deep inside me with one thrust. My core burns, and I barely bite back a wince from the intrusion.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, Siân,” Taj grits through his straight white teeth while peering down at me. He doesn’t give me a moment to adjust to him and starts thrusting hard and fast. I’m not necessarily in pain, but I’m not nearly as aroused as I should be.

It’s clear to me, even as I look up at him, watching his features twist with pure bliss as he selfishly takes from me, that this will not work anymore. I’m tired of not being satisfied, tired of not feeling the spark.

“Do you feel it? How good we are together? How perfect of a fit we are?” He grunts.

My mind reels, and I let myself sink into my mind. I become almost numb, letting him use my body, which he does. He fucks me, pressing me deep into the mattress with his body. His hold on me tightens. His movements become faster, jerky, and I know he’s close to coming.

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