Unveiled (Page 91)

Twinges are starting to stab at the tip of my clitoris. It’s the beginning of the end. Oh God, I’m not going to be able to stop this! I try everything – focusing, breathing, but the crashing of his strong body into mine is preventing me from doing anything else but accepting him. Absorbing him. Taking absolutely everything he has to give me. It’ll always be this way.

‘You’re tensing inside, Livy,’ he yells, maintaining his ruthless pace, almost panicked, like he knows the internal battle I’m having. I don’t have a chance to confirm he’s right. He pulls out and spins me around, hoisting me up to his body and slamming back into me.

I scream, wrapping my legs around his waist and fisting my hands in his hair. The sudden loss of friction did nothing to help me. He’s working too fast. ‘My name, baby,’ he pants into my face. ‘Scream my name.’ On his demand, he jacks me up and yanks me back down.

‘Miller!’

‘Oh yeah! And again.’ He repeats his previous move, this time harder.

‘Fuck!’ I cry, going dizzy from the depths he’s achieving.

‘My name!’

I’m getting mad, my looming orgasm and Miller’s insistence of controlling it triggering my sass. ‘Miller!’ I scream, tugging at his hair, throwing my head back as he pounds on. He’s getting thicker and thicker with each strike, has been for a while, yet the bastard refuses to give in.

‘No scratching?’ he taunts, sending my fingernails on an immediate lashing mission. I shock myself, but my surprise at my own viciousness doesn’t stop me. I’m digging right down and then dragging hard through his skin. ‘Arhhhhhh!’ he roars in pain, tossing his head back. ‘Fuck!’

Neither his agonised shout nor his anger-filled curse hold me back. I’m clawing at him like a madwoman, and strangely I think he wants me to.

‘Lame, sweet girl,’ he puffs, unreasonably incensing me. His eyes drop and lock with mine. They are dark and serious. He wants me to hurt him? His relentless hips pull to an abrupt halt, making my climax retreat.

I lose the plot.

‘Move!’ I pull at his hair, yanking his head to the side. But he just grins. ‘Move, you bastard!’ Dark eyebrows rise in interest, but he remains motionless, sending me on a pointless writhe in his hold to try and gain some friction. ‘Damn you, Miller!’ Without thought, my mouth drops to his shoulder and my teeth sink into his hard muscle.

‘Fuck!’ His hips piston forward, resurrecting my dying orgasm. ‘You . . . fuck!’ He’s really going for it now, smashing into me like a man possessed.

My jaw locks around his flesh, making him yell, grunt, shout, and my hands are pulling constantly at his waves. I’m being as brutal as Miller. And it feels so good. The pleasure is beyond words, and the pain is replacing other agonies. All of the hurt is being slammed out of me, maybe only temporarily, but it’s still going. He’s punishing. I’m punishing. My back is being slammed repeatedly against the wall and we’re both barking shouts of gratification.

‘Time to end this, Olivia,’ he pants, nudging my face from his shoulder and tackling my mouth. We kiss like we’ve never kissed before. It’s hungry, fast, and desperate, and in the blink of an eye, I’m suddenly on the floor beneath Miller. He keeps us close and pumps fast until my toes curl and I scream as my release rips through me, drawing him farther into me on long, pulsing constrictions of my internal wall. He groans, his pace slowing, muffled words being mumbled into my neck. I’m milking him dry, relishing in the heat of his cum flooding me.

‘Good God,’ I gasp, prying my fingers from his back and letting them fall limply above my head.

‘I concur,’ he wheezes, pulling out of me and rolling onto his back in exhaustion. I drop my heavy head to the side, seeing his arms splayed out haphazardly as he puffs laboured breaths to the ceiling. ‘I fucking concur.’ His head drops and his eyes meet mine. He’s dripping wet, his hair in disarray, his perfect mouth parted more than usual to drink in much-needed air. ‘Give me my thing.’

‘I can’t move!’ I splutter, astounded by his unreasonable demand. ‘You’ve just fucked me into exhaustion.’

‘You can move for me,’ he protests, grappling at my waist haphazardly. ‘Come to me.’

I’m given little choice. And besides, I want to smother him with my body and my mouth, so heaving myself up, I roll onto him until I’m spread limply down the length of his tall body. The only thing working now is my mouth and it’s currently stuck to his neck, sucking and biting. ‘You taste delicious,’ I declare, getting a hit of clean sweat. ‘And you smell divine.’

‘Suck harder.’

I pause devouring him and bring my face slowly up. I know I’m frowning. Miller Hart is the last person in the world I would expect to want a bruise on his neck. ‘Excuse me?’

‘Suck . . . harder.’ His eyebrows rise a touch, backing up his repeated order. ‘Are you going to make me ask a third time?’

Slightly bemused, I fall back to his neck and nibble at him a little, wondering if he’ll retract his command, but after a good few minutes of gentle biting, I only get that third time.

‘Suck!’

My lips latch on to his neck immediately and suck. Hard.

‘Harder, Livy.’ His palm meets the back of my head and pushes me to him, making it slightly difficult to breathe. But I do as I’m told, sucking his flesh deeply into my mouth, drawing all of the blood to the surface. This will be seen loud and proud over the collar of his posh shirt. What the hell is wrong with him? I can’t stop, though. For one, Miller’s locked palm on the back of my head won’t allow me to, but two, I’m getting an unreasonable thrill at the thought of everyone seeing such a defacement on my well-mannered gentleman.