Den of Desire by Shauna Hart Page B

smiled as he watched her expression change. “You like to play games?”
    He backed her up against a wall, his mouth devouring hers. Soon, the taste of her mouth wasn't enough. He wanted more. His lips trailed over her neck, her collarbone until they found what they desired most. He took her nipple into his mouth, his tongue curling around it. She arched against him, her hands gliding through his hair. He reached for her hands, holding them high above her head as he continued his sensual assault on her breasts.
    Bending down, his mouth drifted across her stomach until it found the patch of curls between her legs. He parted her with his fingers, his tongue snaking out for a quick sample of her juices. She tasted sweet, sweeter than anything he had ever tasted before. Her thighs quivered as his tongue slipped through her folds. A moan escaped her lips when he sucked her clit into his mouth. Her hips moved against him, mindless to everything but the rhythm he created.
    “Joe,” she whimpered, her voice a mixture of passion and frustration.
    Her arousal teased his tongue as her climax neared. Joe got to his feet, sliding the condom on his bulging erection. His hands slid around her waist to clasp her buttocks. Her legs automatically gripped his waist, and he drove into her. Her head fell back against the wall as she gripped his shoulders for support. Her pussy clenched around him, and his hips moved faster. Her fingers curled into the muscles on his arms as she came close to the peak of her passion.
    “Joe,” she cried out.
    “Right here, baby,” he replied, his voice husky.
    He felt her cunt squeeze him and her body tighten in his arms. His head fell into the curve of her neck as he exploded inside of her. As he struggled to catch his breath, one thing became glaringly clear.
    Things were getting complicated.
    Too complicated.
    And soon, he was going to have to end it.
    * * * *
    Slut!
    He watched the scene play out before him, watched her strip for another man, watched her suck him off. She acted like a whore. The whore he always knew she was. He watched her spread her legs, eager to be fucked. She practically begged for it. Her face contorted as she came. His jaw clenched painfully.
    Damn her!
    He navigated his way through the dark club to the back door, slipping into the night. They hadn't even known he was there. They were too busy going at it like animals. But he'd gotten what he needed. His cock strained against his pants, eager for release. He searched the street before turning the corner.
    Mara was a whore. Soon, he would show her the error of her ways. He couldn't wait to have her beneath him, naked and writhing. An image of her bound and helpless flashed through his mind, making his cock lengthen. Seeing Joe Gates fuck her in front of everyone made him see red. Maybe he would find the slut he had picked up the other night.
    She hadn't wanted to go along with his plan to scare Mara, but luckily, she could be bought. After their little stunt at the club, he had taken her to a motel room and fucked her until she couldn't walk. She wasn't too happy about the bruises, but he had paid her well enough to shut her mouth.
    Melodie or Misty ... He couldn't remember her name. It didn't really matter. When he was with her, he could close his eyes, wrap his hands around her neck and pretend she was the girl he dreamed about, the girl who still haunted him. She thought she was too good for him. But he would show her just how wrong she was. She was nothing more than a slut, just like all the rest of them. Hadn't he witnessed proof of that tonight when she spread her legs for a bastard like Joe Gates?
    The scarf was just the beginning. Just a little sign to let her know that she wasn't as safe as she pretended to be. He had already seen the telltale signs. The way she looked behind her when she walked down the street, as if someone was watching her.
    And he was.
    He was watching every move she made.
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