Surrender to Temptation Part II: Tempted to Rebel Read Free Page A

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    “Lift your skirt.” My mouth fell open at the order, but I did as I was told, remembering the feeling of his hands on my inner thighs. His stare fell on my parted lips, and with a growl he descended on them, his tongue immediately demanding entrance, then sweeping inside my mouth to claim.
    “Oh.” A breathy moan escaped my lips. One of his hands tangled in my hair, and the other slid down to my waist, then up and under the back of my blouse. My hips arched upward instinctively, and he nipped at my lips, sharply.
    “I hadn’t intended to do this just yet.” With a final pinch of his teeth on my mouth, he drew back, breathing heavily, his gaze wandering up and down my body. “When I’m around you, I can’t seem to help myself. It’s a serious problem.”
    With his stare locked tightly with my own, Zach stood straight and undid his belt. Not bothering to pull the strip of leather from the loops of cloth, he undid the snap and then the zipper of his pants.
    Heat flooded through me, a slow, wicked burn, when I saw that he wore nothing beneath them.
    “Use your fingers. Hold your panties to one side.” A shudder wracked my body.
    I had never been spoken to in this manner, never been treated like I was incredibly desirable.
    I loved it.
    I began to tremble when, opening my legs and drawing my knees up, I did as he asked, hooking a finger in the elastic of my panties and drawing them to one side. There was something thrilling about being fully clothed, yet exposing this most intimate part of my body.
    Zach looked his fill at the neatly trimmed blond curls that I knew had been revealed.
    “Shit.” He muttered an oath at the sight, and then pulled a small foil packet from his pocket. Grasping the base of his cock with one large hand, he ripped into the foil with his teeth, shaking out the ring of latex before smoothing it down the length of his cock.
    The sight of his long fingers on the engorged shaft had saliva pooling in my mouth. I wanted to demand that he come to me, right then—to order him to fill me, to fuck me hard.
    I did none of that, instead watching wide-eyed as the magnificent creature approached me with a wild look in his eyes.
    “I don’t what it is about you, Miss Reid.” Releasing his cock, he slid one hand up and under the front of my blouse, finding and squeezing a nipple that was erect to the point of pain. I gasped, and as I did he took two fingers from his other hand and quickly slipped them inside of my slick heat, crooking them back toward himself in a quick succession of motion.
    Those fingers brushed against something inside of me, something that was exquisitely sensitive. I cried out, then clapped a hand over my mouth.
    “I want you to beg.” Pulling his fingers back out, Zach positioned his cock at the entrance to my pussy. I wanted to slow down, to savor these amazing sensations, and at the same time I wanted him to fill me up so that I stopped feeling so damn empty.
    “No.” I shook my head and uttered the word in a whisper. As I did I looked over Zach’s shoulder and caught sight of a bank of security cameras and a monitor not unlike the one in the lobby of Phyrefly.
    “Oh.” My body clenched, and I tried to close my legs. Was someone watching this? Charles? A maid? A butler?
    Zach seemed like the type who just might have one of each.
    He followed my stare, looking over his shoulders. When he turned back, his expression held just the slightest edge of delicious taunting.
    “Do you like the idea that someone might watch us?” With a very controlled motion of his hips, he pushed just the very tip of his cock inside of me. I arched my hips and cried out, wanting more, but he grabbed either side of my waist and held me still.
    “Don’t move until I tell you to.” At that I uttered a soft whimper, my patience long gone.
    He had teased me, tortured me, all day long. I wanted my reward for being good.
    He waited for me to still. Impatient, my eyes flicked back to the