Hard As Stone (Beautiful Betrayal Book 1) (25 page)

“God!” I can’t hold on as white-hot tingles blister my nerves.

“You need more. And I intend to deliver it, if you do as you’re told.” Stone lowers the cups of my bra and captures my breasts, owning my bared flesh in his warm palms. Pummeling his full length in one slam, he takes me harder, grunting harsh sounds.

A bolt of pleasure combusts deep in my belly. I gasp, “You’re
soooo
.” Unable to relay how amazing he feels, I tremble as a wave of electric bliss washes over my nerves. Under his hard body, he holds me imprisoned as he makes me take every inch and each slam.

He growls, “I could fuck you for hours. Have you ever tasted hardcore?” Atticus has me so wild, I thrash under him, craving more, more, more! Cursing low, he yanks my head back. Stone holds a fistful of my hair. He cups my chin, lifting my face. “I asked a yes or no question. If you don’t want to be taught how to behave, then answer it.” His green eyes are almost black as I stare up at him.

Clenching in pleasure, I ride his erection. On the cusp, I’m chasing something erotic. I’m lost. So lost and I can’t lie to him. I crave something extreme. So much that I’m willing if not wanting to do whatever he suggests to heighten this mad rush. “I’ve never tasted hardcore, but I want it from you. Please. Give me more,” I beg.

Stone pumps his hips harder, thrusting into me deeper with each stroke. “Don’t fight me, Phoenix. Let me all the way inside.” He pounds into me like an animal, thrumming my nipples in time with each slam of his hips.

I place my hands over his, pressing his fingers into my flesh. “Please. Don’t. Stop.”

Without warning, he pinches my sensitive peaks between his fingers, conferring rapid-fire jolts of sharp pleasure deep into my belly. Bowing upward, I moan—plead for more with half-words. Inside my veins, molten lust surges, getting hotter and making me more unhinged. I’m ready to leap into a hedonistic abyss. My body is on fire and all I have to do is let go. Where is the lesson I was ready to deliver to him? The one where I vowed to be subzero and detached. Calculating. Polar to what’s happening.

Stone’s clearly the leader in delivering on his promises. I groan in sharp ecstasy as I feel the heavy ache of yearning spiral faster and faster. A searing pleasure combusts and races across my skin as my sex becomes slippery, clenching around him. I’m wrecked by each of his thrusts, refusing to heed any attempt at a warning. If anything, I’m coming undone as I grind back against this dominating man.

Atticus pounds his erection into me harder, deeper, and I’m there! My sex pulsates. A tremor shoots through my muscles. From spiraling, the whipcord of pleasure deep-rooted in my belly explodes. I scream his name and he covers my mouth with his palm.
Oh God, this man has me climaxing with the intensity of a cyclone.

“You’re a great lay, O’Malley.” Stone presses his hard body over me, clasping me in his arms as I tremble uncontrollably, gulping for air. He kisses my shoulder in what feels like a tender embrace.

So subtle yet so encompassing is his gentle touch that I want to push aside all the BS and just feel… The tines of anxiety prickle and whisper not to be a fool. He’s my boss, not my lover. I’m jolted awake. Still trembling in his strong, solid arms, I backtrack, no longer deaf to the sirens blaring in my head.

Seeking to cover my tracks, I rasp, “Then do me harder.”

He rubs his palms up to my shoulders, then he retraces his fingers down my spine. I quiver in pleasure under his sensuous touch. His fingertips are red-hot embers, torching my self-control.

“Do you think you can take—” His tone is pure alpha seduction.

“What?” I entreat.

His lips are at my ear. His large hands clasp my breasts, and I cease breathing, needing to hear him.

“Can you take…what I have to give?” His voice billows out low and calm as if he were inquiring about the weather.

“That and more!” I insist recklessly, clamping down on his hard-on.

“Minx.” He grabs me around my waist, ramming into me so hard that I shiver in pleasure.

“Ohhh,” I moan, feeling my arousal warm and wet between my legs.

“
Oh
? Better be saying ‘Atticus’ when you come again. I’ll blow your mind by the time I’m finished with you…
Phoenix
. But only if you ask for it.”

I’m so there I’ll do anything he suggests except get down on my knees and beg. The memory—it’s a flash. A cutting snapshot of when I was small. Weak. Then it’s gone. Tears fill my eyes. I thrash under Stone, needing him to take me over the edge again. Wipe clean my brain, if that’s possible.

“Do you want me to stop?” he grunts and actually slows mid-stroke in our twisted, slamming hook-up.

Overwrought, a cloying bubble of confusion expands in my throat. I’m swathed by a wall of sculpted muscle behind me as he lowers us onto the mattress, bearing his own weight. His fingers gently wipe away strands of my hair sticking to the coat of perspiration streaming down my back, shoulders, neck.

“Keep going,” I implore, unsure what just happened. I can’t let him see me undone. Lifting onto my elbows, I wipe the tears from my eyes.

Honestly, I’ve never climaxed like this. Nor have I lost it like this during sex—unearthing parts of me. Those images, so familiar—no! Shaken, I rock on my arms as he peppers hot kisses onto my skin. Between his whispered words and wet kisses, he incrementally turns me until we’re facing each other and our mouths fuse.

We kiss without restraint, expressing our raw hunger. Atticus spreads my thighs and on a deep groan, he wedges his hips between my legs. So on fire, I arch in need of him. Our tongues tangle as his erection teases my entrance. Hauling up my knees, he thrusts inside me in that same consuming plunge he employs in our kiss.

Stone doesn’t relent. He impales me harder. His erection stretches me in tingles of pleasure and pain until he’s root deep. “So good,” he whispers against my mouth.

Beneath him, bliss so sharp cuts through my ability to hide. I’m naked and groaning, on the verge of something that threatens to rip me apart. My lips tremble, “That’s it. Please,” I beg.

He murmurs my name, peering down at me as he holds my face between his hands. “Relax for me. I’ve got you.”

Dipping his head, he resumes kissing me so fiercely, so thoroughly that my thoughts evaporate into wisps that scatter. He doesn’t slam into me but pumps slow and deep, over and over. I cling to him as he teaches me how to move in rhythm, deepening my bliss.

As if swept away by a powerful wave, I ride his hard-on, arching and swaying. He moans in pleasure and I ache from the sound. Ache from wanting him to feel as powerless as I am gazing into his hungry eyes.

A pulsating squeeze like a second heartbeat throbs between my legs. Tingling tendrils spiral deep in my belly each time he thrusts. The bittersweet intensity of his warm body and wet mouth devour me from top to bottom.

Sweltering pleasure ripples up from my core and I whisper hoarsely, “Please, take me over the edge. The one you spoke about.”

In this hotel room, he asserts an animalistic type of ownership over me but I’d rather eat dirt than admit that aloud.
Never, never ever spill or he’ll never let me forget.

“Phoenix, no,” he states. “You can’t handle it.”

I can!
I breathe in shallow, quick pants. I’m going to scream if he stops and I tense my muscles, ready to demand he keep going. Words crouch on my tongue. I’m scrambling on what to say—what to admit. What does he want to hear? The pressure of his fingers increase and the words tumble from my mouth, “Do it!”

“No,” he repeats, kissing a path up my neck as I try to twist in his arms. Goose bumps erupt over my skin. He pins me to the bed, holding me hostage, sucking a bruise into my skin that has me curling my toes as my nipples harden.

I’m there. “Please, I need it,” I beg.

“X, no.”

“Can you say something else besides
no
?” I demand, trying to push him off me.

It’s as if a door slams shut. With a dangerous gleam in his eyes, Stone unceremoniously withdraws from between my legs. A muscle clicks along his square jaw and he flips me over. “Don’t move, Ms. O’Malley. Happy?” He lifts my hips off the mattress.

Glaring over my shoulder, I hold his steely gaze that doesn’t waver. Molten metal couldn’t be hotter. I’m burned by the raw desire in his enigmatic eyes. He holds his erection, working the thick crown against my opening.

“Do it!” I snarl.

In one thrust, he savagely impales me to the point of glittery pain. I writhe, my hamstrings tense. Instead of thrusting again, he forces my head down to the bed as he leans over me, planting both of his hands on the mattress. Buried so deep, but he doesn’t move. His breath is hot against my neck, but he doesn’t say a word. There’s no gentleness in how he joins us together.

Frustrated and at the end of my rope, I grind down on him. “Well, screw you, Senator Big Dick!”

“Christ, when you do that—” Stone grips my hips with his large hands and his long fingers curl possessively over my skin. Withdrawing, he doesn’t stop but pounds his entire length and forces me to take every inch.

“Yes! Just like that. Atticus, give me more!” I swivel, flex, and squeeze the hardness housed between my legs until he’s the one who’s groaning.

Pulling me firmly against him, he sucks and nips my neck. I tremble as molten heat soars through me. Each ram of his erection levels my thoughts, except for one.
More
.

“Phoenix,” he says. “You don’t want—”

“Don’t make me beg.” Before he can talk me out of it, I push my hips up, meeting the next slam of his hard body. My voice comes out hoarse, “I’ve already shown you, I can take hardcore. I need this. Please.” A jolt of white-hot lust implodes in my veins. I don’t care that he has me begging. This is different. I’m rocketing so fast, unable to stop from upping the ante.

“Let me in.
All
the way inside you.” He splays my ass and pumps into me, running his crown over my g-spot. “Tell me how good this feels.” He picks up speed, hitting that spot just right again and again as I flex my hips and risk a crash-landing.

“Better than good. It’s rapture.” Glittery bliss overwhelms my brains, a dizzying tide intoxicating my senses. “That’s it!”

I vibrate, headed toward the point of no return but Stone stops thrusting. He holds me locked to him, halting all movement between us. “Phoenix, repeat after me: I need you to fuck me hard.”

I gasp and look away but he captures my chin, bringing my cheek to my shoulder. A direct line of sight into his unwavering gaze. Vainly, I tamp down my emotions, praying he doesn’t pursue this. Into his penetrating eyes, I reply. “No.”

“You’ll say it. Or goodnight. Your choice,” he commands in an authoritative flat tone that drills into me.

“That isn’t a choice.”

“You’ve got two seconds, Phoenix. One.” He pauses, then says, “Two. What’s it going to be?”

An overt sense of shame rains down and I’m helpless to fight it. A cloud of heat storms my face. Blood pounds in my temples and I close my eyes as tears pool. “I need you to f-f-uck me hard.”

With his other hand, he splays me farther while still cupping my chin. “Where do you want me to fuck my cock?” he drawls, low and deep.

I struggle but manage, “Between my legs.”

Scraping his gritty jaw against my lips, he halts and hovers so that were almost lip to lip. “You can do better, little minx. Say what I want to hear.
Pussy
.”

“Don’t make me.” I can’t say the ‘P’ word. I try and swallow but my throat muscles pulse. Never have I had sex this rough, this raw, and he’s going to leave marks, bruises from the intensity of his fingertips pressing into my skin. Not even that thought deters me from tilting my pelvis, seeking all of him.

“Your pussy is so pretty. Soft. Pink. Wet. A work of art.” He halts then orders me, “Say it.”

My lips tingle from his beard stubble. “Why? You’ve said it enough for both of us.” I try to buck him but he holds me still in his ironclad grasp.

“So help me. Don’t make me ask twice ever again,” he snarls, withdrawing from me as he pinches my chin between his fingers.

My stomach muscles contract and I squeeze my eyes shut. I can’t believe he’s making me…
He wants me to talk dirty.
Not feel dirty, I remind myself. “Inside my p-p-ussy,” I rasp so low I’m afraid he didn’t hear and he’ll make me say it again.

“Good girl,” he replies, letting go of my face. Atticus drives his length inside me in a severe slam, withdrawing slowly. He pounds his erection back within me in a savage thrust.

I don’t want him to stop and I don’t back away from where we’re headed. Overwrought and craving more, I lower my forehead, gripping the mattress, giving him a better angle.

Spreading me apart, he orders, “Say it again.”

What!
I arch without thinking but he throttles my neck, holding me down. He squeezes. That’s it. I’m in free fall and whisper, “You feel incredible inside my p-pussy.”

His fingers curl around my throat. “Feel how deep I am?”

His rough touch and each savage thrust twine, fueling my lust and make the excruciating pleasure intensify. “What are you doing to me?”

“X,” he hisses. “I’m teaching you about pleasure. Your job is to make me proud. Do as I say. When I say. Repeat that instruction.”

That’s it.
I’m talking but it feels as if I’m floating when he presses his fingers against my neck. His words echo. Echo. ECHO. Mind-blowing to find out how rough feels so right. So unbelievably hard and expertly demanding, I relish his type of pain-driving touch. The sensation of splintering apart is catching up to me. I twist in his grasp. Our eyes meet, and it’s as though I’m channeling his power. He can make me forget.

“Please, Tuck.” Uninvited, I use his nickname. I’ll do whatever it takes. Tugging his strong hand, I reconnect his fingers to my neck. I’m at the brink and ready to leap.

Dipping his head to my shoulder, he nips my skin. “Okay. Tell me how hard you want to come. Tell me you need it. Say the words I like to hear.” The gravelly sound of his command cascades like an insidious landslide inside my head. Instead of boulders, his words are wicked bricks of temptation, stacking higher and higher.