"Mary Janice Davidson - Thief Of Hearts" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davidson Mary Janice)

"It's a secret." The wanting. The craving.

"I won't tell." The pressure on the back of her neck increased, and she opened her lips and took him.
His long, rolling purr of satisfaction kindled her own excitement.

His palms were on either side of her face as he rocked his hips against her mouth. Then he pulled away
and knelt between her legs. He spread her thighs wide and pushed her back, then pulled her legs across
his. His hands were busy at the small of her back, pulling her toward him, and she felt him enter her with
sweet and delicious slowness.

She tried to bring her arms around him but, strangely, couldn't move them an inch. She was pushed back
so far, her legs were so wide. He crouched and rode her, rode her. It was hard to get a breath. It was
hard to even want to.

"When I'm done," he said, perfectly calm, "I'll leave."

"Yes, that'sтАФ"

"тАФwhat people do, yes. I know. You didn't think you could have a normal life with me, did you?"

"Why can't I?"

"Whyshould you?" He pulled out and, with savage swiftness, flipped her over. Shoved her, hard. She
grabbed wildly for the couch, and found herself bent over the armrest. Felt him grip her ass, part her
cheeks, and brutally shove himself inside her.. Red agony slashed across her vision as he shoved and
withdrew and pushed some more. His fingers dug into her flesh, marking it, and she squirmed to get
away. To her extreme humiliation, beneath the pain she could sense something else begin to stir.

"Say it."

She said nothing. Heshoved , harder than he ever had, so hard she could almost feel his cock in the
back of her throat. His fingers were busy between her legs, pinching the tender lips, pulling on them. He
withdrew almost all the way and she went limp, thinking he was done, and then he rammed himself into
her again. She made a sound between a moan and a scream.

"Say it or I'll stop."

Everything was tightening, was getting hotter, and it hurt, God it hurt, but it felt embarrassingly
marvelous, too, and he couldn't stop before she found her climax, he couldn't: "Everybody leaves."

"Good. Yes. Everybody leaves." Although his brutal thrusting didn't stop, his fingers between her thighs
became gentle, toyed with her throbbing clit, swept over it, squeezed it, rubbed, rubbed, rubbed...

Things went dark, very dark around the edges as her orgasm screamed through her. She lay across the
arm rest for a moment, gasping, then turned over.

He was gone.