Blackmailed Into His Arms: Blackmailed into Bed / The Billionaire's Blackmail Bargain / Blackmailed For Her Baby. Margaret Mayo

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СКАЧАТЬ lust monster coming to life in her belly and between her legs. It had fangs and claws and was tearing at her insides, making her shiver and moan.

      And she could tell by the simmering, possessive look in his eyes that he knew exactly what he was doing to her.

      “Patience,” he murmured, slipping off her shoe and the rumpled stocking, and pressing a kiss to the inside of her bare ankle.

      She made a sound deep in her throat, a cross between annoyance and a whimper. Which only seemed to amuse him all the more.

      He switched to her other leg, following the same process, causing perspiration to break out along her upper lip, inside her elbows, behind her knees. When he finished, he took hold of her panties and the garter belt in both fists and slid them over her hips, down the length of her legs, and off, tossing them to the floor. Next, he reached behind her and deftly undid her bra, pitching the strapless garment in the same direction as her other lingerie.

      “Now, that’s what I’m talking about,” Chase said, sitting back to admire his handiwork.

      She fought the urge to hide her nudity with her hands or reach for a corner of the bedspread, reminding herself that she’d chosen this.

      And Chase Ramsey wasn’t exactly the first man to see her naked. He was merely the first in a while—as well as the most handsome and masterful.

      She couldn’t remember another man ever making her want him with just one look, ever making her mouth water or her body vibrate so strongly with unleashed desire.

      If he was doing this to get back at her for what she’d done to him in high school, then more power to him. She felt like throwing out her arms and screaming, “Take me. Use me. Make me pay.” His form of revenge was her idea of pure ecstasy.

      He moved to cover her body with his own, taking her mouth in a slow, bone-melting kiss. His broad chest, with its sprinkling of dark, springy hair, flattened her breasts and rubbed against her nipples. His erection, hard and hot, nudged her stomach.

      Digging her nails into his slick shoulders and back, she tipped her hips, trying to get closer, urging him to slip inside, where she needed him most.

      But his exercise in torture wasn’t over yet. He finished with her mouth, trailing his lips along her chin, down the column of her throat, across her collarbone and the swell of her right breast.

      His tongue swept across the beaded peak and she groaned, arching upward. He continued to lick, nip, suckle and drive all sensible thought from her head.

      She dug her fingers into his hair, trying to tug him away even as her back bowed into his magician’s touch. A whimper slipped past her lips, and she fully expected to expire on the spot. If she survived long enough to regain the use of her limbs and brain cells, she fully intended to exact a bit of her own sweet revenge.

      He lifted his head and a cocky, satisfied grin spread across his face. But the smoldering heat in his eyes belied the lighter lift of his lips.

      “I want to do more,” he said in a tight, gravelly voice, holding her gaze. “I want to kiss you from head to toe. Taste every inch of your skin, then come back for seconds.”

      He crawled up a few inches until their eyes and mouths and naughty parts aligned. Threading one hand through the hair at her temple, he reached past her and grabbed the box of condoms, struggling to open it one-handed.

      “I want to,” he repeated, “but I can’t. I don’t have that much self-control.”

      When he had a single square packet free, he tore the end off with his teeth and spat the plastic aside. It took him less than a second to sheath himself and settle more fully between her legs, which she had wrapped loosely around his hips.

      He took her mouth, speaking between wet, breath-stealing kisses. “Later, all right? I’ll lick you all over later. I promise.”

      With one smooth, powerful motion, he was inside her, stretching her, filling her, setting her nerve endings on fire. Air hissed through his clenched teeth as he held himself perfectly still above her, the muscles in his throat roped and taut.

      She knew he was waiting for her, giving her time to adjust to his invasion, the size and hardness of his impressive length.

      But she didn’t need time. She only needed him.

      From the moment he’d entered her, everything about this encounter had felt right. And now all she wanted was for him to move, to fill her even more fully and send her flying over the abyss that hovered just out of reach.

      Twining her arms around his neck to match the twist of her legs at his hips, she drew him closer. “Don’t stop now,” she whispered a split second before their mouths met.

      He groaned, the sound vibrating against her lips, through her torso and limbs and into her soul.

      His hands tightened on her waist, lifting her slightly as he pulled back. She started to whimper at the friction he created and the sudden loss of his heat, but before the noise could work its way up from her diaphragm, he thrust forward again.

      Slowly, methodically, he moved in and out. Smooth motions at first, then building in speed and intensity.

      Her breathing increased, her lungs contracting to absorb less and less oxygen with each breath. She raised her legs higher, gripping him about the waist, doing everything she could to pull him deeper.

      It wasn’t enough. He was pounding into her now, his fingers digging into the flesh of her buttocks, but still she wanted more. She wanted harder, faster, stronger … More, more, more.

      Even as she thought it, the words tumbled from her lips. Broken and disjointed, but directly into Chase’s ear.

      He heard, agreed, obeyed, taking her higher and faster until she was gasping. Her body strained for him, strained for release.

      And then it hit with the impact of a bullet, making her cry out and claw at his back with her nails. Her inner muscles spasmed around him, and she moaned in wonder as he took her climbing again.

      The second climax was as strong as the first, rocking her to her very core. And this time, he came with her, grinding his mouth to hers as he pumped one last time, then went rigid above her.

      For several long minutes, they lay there, tangled and still, their ragged breathing the only sound in the otherwise silent room. Elena couldn’t move, her bones weak, her will nonexistent.

      She hadn’t ever experienced an orgasm even close to that in her adult life, not to mention the level of sensuality, passion, eroticism and intensity he’d shown her.

      If she’d ever suspected sex with Chase Ramsey would be half as satisfying as what they’d just done, she’d have been tempted to look him up long ago … or seduce him back in high school.

      She might even have to thank him for blackmailing her into this situation, because so far, being his mistress was turning out to have some incredible perks.

      With a reluctant groan, he rolled aside. The air in the room washed over her naked, damp body, making her shiver. But a second later, he’d pulled back the bedspread and was dragging her toward the headboard. He tucked her under the covers, propped a pillow beneath her head and then slipped an arm around her СКАЧАТЬ