Tempting Bad Read Online M. Robinson

Categories Genre: Angst, BDSM, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
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I heavily panted, my breasts heaving up and down, to greedy hands that touched me all over; kneading crudely. My body would be red all over. My mouth opened and just as I was about to come, they lifted me up and slammed me down onto his cock. In one swift thrust, he was fully inside me.

I screamed out in pleasure.

They didn’t allow me a chance to catch my bearings; roughly and urgently moving me up and down, front to back, side-to-side. I was theirs to do whatever they pleased.

Whatever they wanted.

That’s what they were paying for.

VIP.

Soft fingers touched my clit, and I knew it was a woman; she played me like a piano of her favorite lullaby. I didn’t know how many ravenous hands were on me. They had this insatiable thirst to control my orgasm and me. I gladly let them have it. I handed it over to them with a bright red fucking bow; keeping my eyes tightly shut under the blindfold that allowed me to pretend that I wasn’t really there.

They arched my back further and I lay on someone’s shoulder, I think. This angle was much deeper, and hit my g-spot effortlessly. Hands slammed me up and down onto his cock. I could hear the ruthlessness of our private parts slapping together, and me wanting to come undone. They held my arms behind my back, holding me in place and not letting me move.

My jaw dropped, and a tongue plunged into my mouth. I sucked on it, the overstimulation being abundant and overwhelming.

“Ah!” I cried out on the verge of falling over, but they didn’t let up. They only made me fuck him harder, mercilessly, and with no remorse. I clamped down onto his cock and they kept me firm in place, not letting me move as he pounded into me. Hands reached around to grab my hips.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” I wailed, grinding my teeth, and that’s when he pulled out. I squirted everywhere, and for several seconds, as he moved his cock side-to-side against my clit.

“Fuck… fuck… fuck…” I moaned my head falling, and my back arching. Someone took that as a silent plea because they pulled my hair by the nook of my neck, and then I felt a tongue lapping at me; licking me clean. They coarsely shoved me frontward, my chest colliding with his, and then he slipped back inside me.

“Fuck!” I loudly yelled, as I convulsed and climaxed so severely down his shaft. I shuddered forward and he grabbed onto the back of my neck. He removed the blindfold.

“Open your eyes, open your eyes, beauty,” he growled into my mouth, confining me in place with his arms, from my uncontrollable spasms.

I did.

It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust, and just when they did I continuously blinked. I thought I was imagining it.

I will never forget the look on his face.

Dark chocolate dilated eyes locked with mine from across the room.

Taking all the air from my lungs.

And that heart that he owned, breaking into millions of pieces.

Devon.

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

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I went to her condo first looking for her, but she wasn’t there. I found myself standing in the lobby of Madam’s condo, and the guard asked if I was part of the party. I nodded, even though I didn’t have a clue what he was talking about. I followed him into the elevator, and up to the penthouse floor. The elevator dinged, and the doors opened. I was blindsided with a room full of people, mostly men, but a few women scattered around.

The flawlessness of them let me know that they were VIPs; it was fairly dark with candles lit all over. I stepped into the room, and sauntered through the throes of guests; taking everything in bit by bit. It was sensory overload, to say the least. There were people fucking in different corners, not a care in the world that they were being watched.

Voyeurs.

It was morbid as much as it was inviting. I watched with a blank and focused glare, trying to figure out how and where Brooke fit into this fucked up puzzle. A drink was handed to me, and I gladly took it; grabbing another before she made her other rounds. The burn of brandy assaulted my taste buds, and seared down my throat, trailing its way into my stomach, making me warm all over. The second glass went down smoother, and I found myself finishing a third drink of the fiery liquid.

It calmed my nerves, but the anxiety for what was to come still lived and respired in my blood. It pumped in my veins, and produced a piercing vibration at my temples. I ignored the looming feeling that I felt in my depth, while holding Brooke’s heart so tightly in the palm of my hand. I ran it across and in between my fingers, possessing it closely in my grip.


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