Mac (Riders of Apollo #8)

Mac (Riders of Apollo #8)

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"Are you going to kiss me or are you just gonna stare?" As if he needed the encouragement, he slams his mouth down on mine in a frenzy, his hands moving from the counter to my thighs and pressing himself against me completely. I try and overcome him in the kiss but he wins, his tongue controlling mine in a way I've never experienced before. I'm used to being in charge so it's nice to have someone take control of me for once. He picks me up, his fingertips biting my ass as he carries us back upstairs. He doesn't break the kiss even while moving and I don't find myself worried that he's going to drop me, I've never trusted anyone this much before and it feels good. I pull away from the kiss to start nibbling just below his ear, making his breaths come out sharper as he carries me to the bedroom. We end up in one of my spare rooms instead of my room but I don't even care, I just want him wherever I can get him. He drops me onto the bed with me still latched on his neck as he groans against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I pull his cut off as his hands start creeping under my shirt, brushing against the underside of my breasts while he bites down on my bottom lip. I almost rip his shirt in my desperation to reach his skin and I sigh in relief when my hands touch the warm skin I've been thinking of more than I should've been. He is distracted by my mouth so I take the opportunity to explore the muscle in his chest and out towards his biceps where it curls gorgeously. I can only think about sinking my teeth into it so I pull out of the kiss and start licking across the surface, his hand tightens in my hair as I bite down on his shoulder.
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21+🔞 mature content. ***** Around me, the world blurred, red velvet walls, strangers grinding, hands everywhere but it felt like all of them were looking at me. At my mask. At my smile. At my body shaking as Dev fingered me in plain sight. "You're leaking for strangers," he whispered, thrusting harder, faster, his palm smacking lightly against me with each push. "Ah...D!" I instantly bit back my tongue. "Do you know how filthy you are? You like this. My faceless whore, pretending to dance while I ruin your cunt." A shudder ripped through me, my one hand clawing at the back of his neck and the other on his free hand, my head falling back and resting on his shoulder, face pressing against his jaw to hide the tears of pleasure pricking my eyes. I was completely on display. Strangers were watching me, hungry eyes everywhere and the more they looked, the more my body burned with desperate need. Dev's hand might have been hidden behind the fabric of my dress, but every single person in that room knew exactly what the fuck he was doing to me. Slowly, the hand that had been gripping my waist slid upward until it reached my breast. He grabbed it hard, possessive, merciless and squeezed like he owned every inch of me. "Fuck!" the cry ripped out of me, because his hold was brutal, his fingers kneading me without a shred of mercy, sending shocks of filthy pleasure through my body. I was already unraveling, but then his next words made my stomach twist and my pussy clench so hard around his fingers I almost lost it. "Shall I pull this dress down, darling?" he growled against my ear, his tone dripping with dark, filthy promise. My hand instantly flew to his, the one clutching my breast. My nails dug into his skin, desperate, torn between stopping him and begging him to do it. The dress was off-shoulder, one hard tug, and my tits already colored blue and red in his hickeys would spill out in front of everyone. I wanted to scream. I wanted to beg. I wanted him to never stop.

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