FaCade (Deception #1) by Ker Dukey, D.H. Sidebottom Read Free Book Online Page B

pulling it open savagely. A whimper raced up my throat when he cupped my breast, his thumb causing my nipple to pebble when he slid across the taut flesh gently. “Oh,” he breathed against my neck. “You feel that, don’t you?”
    “Stop it. Please,” I pleaded as more tears spilled from me. “Oh, God, please don’t do this.”
    His mouth descended lower as his hand slid up the front of my neck, his fingers splaying wide. He pushed me further back against the wall, bracing me under his hold as his tongue ran across the rise of my breast. His breath chilled the dampness his tongue left. His hold on my neck tightened as his lips sealed around my erect nipple.
    I pushed against his shoulders, desperately trying to get him to stop before my mind followed my body’s want, dangerously making me crave more of his touch. My heart clashed with my body which conflicted against the sensations running through me. It was like my body mocked my thoughts, dampness pooling between my thighs as my brain cried out in pain at what was happening. I wanted him to touch me but I hated that he was. I needed him to stimulate parts of me that shrank back from him.
    “I own you, Star. Your body betrays you. It alerts me to your need for me.”
    I shook my head furiously but shivered again when his tongue flicked out and caught my nipple between his tongue and his teeth. His hold on my neck constricted my throat, making me lightheaded. But, that only added to the way I reacted to him. My arousal intensified as my brain started to shut down, allowing the sensations in my body to heighten.
    “Your body never forgets.”
    My mind flashed, images shifting quickly, blurred pictures rapidly morphing into more distorted flashes. “Your body will never forget.”
    I gasped as the memory in my head disappeared as soon as it had materialized. His face had appeared with the memory. I’d never met him before, so how did I have memories of him? He was there, in my mind, and his touch had been gentle, his words a whispered promise.
    The world shifted under me as I swayed sideways. Mr Troy, as I had heard Maria refer to him, slammed his hand on the wall beside me to stop me from falling. He seemed unaware of my panic as his hand swept down the front of me, his touch hot but very soft.
    I clamped my legs together when he reached the apex of my thighs. “Please don’t do this.”
    His eyes snapped up to mine. Fury rolled across the depths of his irises, turning his deep eyes darker. “You don’t get that choice, Star.”
    He dug his fingers into my thigh, pinching the flesh tightly. Tears fell when he yanked my legs open. “Please.”
    “Stop with the pitiful sobs. We both know how much you love the touch of a man.”
    His teeth sank into the roundness of my stomach as his hand pushed further into me, his fingers meeting with the wetness of my arousal. I moaned my forbidden desire as a fire of lust scorched through my system, instinct driving my hips until his finger slid against my entrance.
    He chuckled. “See. You need it, don’t you?”
    I shook my head, denying his words. “No.”
    “Ah, but feel how good it is when I do this.”
    I sucked air through my teeth when his finger finally slid inside me, the heel of his hand pressing against my swollen clit. “You’re so wet already. Such a little slut. Always a dirty little slut.”
    I ground against him, begging him with my body to stop the debilitating need that drove me to insanity. Shots of pleasure rolled over me when he pressed the tip of his finger across the delicate part inside me. “Oh, God, please.”
    I hated myself for begging when my mind started to rebel over what my body craved. Mortification and humiliation brought tears, but so did the pressure building in every single part of me.
    “That’s it, Star. Take from me. You always take, don’t you? Feed your selfishness.”
    His hand started pumping inside me as he inserted another finger, two fingers now pleasuring me. My