by Tracy Wolff
Sebastian must tie women up a lot, because he knows right away what the problem is. He takes first one arm, and then the other, chafes his hands against the skin over and over again until the pins and needles slowly disappear.
He doesn’t say anything as he works on me, but then again, neither do I. I’m not sure there’s anything to say, and if there is, I’m pretty damn sure Hallmark doesn’t make a card for the occasion.
More’s the pity.
The worst part is my body still wants him, still craves him like a drug. My pussy is wet, my nipples hard and my body is literally screaming for relief. Relief that only Sebastian can give it.
And he knows it. Of course he knows it. It’s not like I can hide the evidence. And though a part of me wants to protest when he slides his fingers between my thighs, the rest of me is screaming yes, yes, yes.
And then he’s inside me, his fingers curved to hit my G-spot with every thrust of his hand against me. His thumb is on my clit, his mouth at my ear and it takes less than a minute for him to take me up again and then fling me over the edge, right into the sun.
My orgasm goes on and on, as Sebastian draws every ounce of pleasure out of me with his wicked, talented hands. And then, just as I’m floating back to earth, just as my body starts to relax in the first time in what feels like days, he sends me right back up the cliff. And then he sends me over again.
This time the pleasure is even more intense, more acute.
And still he’s not done. Only this time he shifts me so that my legs are straddling his hips and his cock is resting long and hard against my sex.
“Take me,” he says, his voice hoarse with need and remorse and something else I won’t let myself even try to identify. “Please. Take me inside of you.”
I should say no. Should push to my feet and walk away. Should leave him desperate and begging like he left me again and again and again.
But I can’t do that to him, can’t treat him with the same callous disregard that he showed me. Not when I’m just now realizing that I love him. In spite of everything.
And so I push myself onto my knees, bracing one hand on his shoulders as my other hand works to fit his cock against my sex. And then I’m sinking down on him, slowly, slowly. Taking him inside of me. Relishing the way he feels, the way he fills me up.
I begin to move, lifting and lowering myself on his cock again and again and again. I shift, lean forward a little so that my breasts are pressed to his chest, my lips inches from his mouth. It’s the best angle for me—with every drop of my hips the head of his cock is sliding over my G-spot.
And still it’s not enough.
He’s inside me, filling me up, so close that I can feel his breath against my cheek, his sweat against my skin. Yet something feels wrong, feels off. I put it down to everything that came before—to the mistakes we both made—but it isn’t until Sebastian grabs on to my hips and starts to lift and lower them in a rhythm that has my body straining toward a third explosive orgasm, that I come to understand the truth.
I want Sebastian to be in control. My body needs him to be in control. Just that one simple act—him seizing control from me even while I’m on top—sends me careening into another orgasm, this one stronger and more powerful than either of those that came before it.
Seconds later, Sebastian joins me, his hips bucking against me as he floods me with all that he has to give.
When it’s over, when I can breathe without bleeding, and stand without shaking, I push slowly, painstakingly to my feet. Start gathering my ripped and tattered clothes as I try to make what’s left of them just respectable enough to get me home.
“Aria. Don’t go,” Sebastian tells me as he watches me dress.
Maybe if it had been a request instead of an order, I might have stayed. Maybe if he had pulled me into his arms and told me that he was sorry, that he hadn’t meant to hurt me, I could have found a way to reconcile what I know with what I want to be true. And maybe, just maybe, if my past wasn’t what it is…if I wasn’t so goddamned terrified of falling back into the trap of my childhood and the trap of my engagement, I might be willing to risk being with a man as dominant and controlling as Sebastian.
But things are what they are and if tonight has shown me nothing else, it has shown me just how ill-equipped I am to deal with a man like Sebastian. It’s not his fault. It’s not mine.
It just is.
And so I find my purse where I dropped it by the door and sling it over my shoulder. I slip on my shoes. And then I cross to Sebastian, doing my best to ignore how beautiful, how strong, how perfect he looks even in the middle of all this bleakness.
I kiss him on the forehead, on the cheek. Then I turn and walk straight out his front door without a backward glance. And pretend that my heart isn’t breaking wide open with every step that I take.
Don’t miss this continuing series, five installments available now from Loveswept
Play Me #1: Play Me Wild
Play Me #2: Play Me Hot
Play Me #3: Play Me Hard
Play Me #4: Play Me Real
Play Me #5: Play Me Right
BY TRACY WOLFF
Play Me
Play Me Wild
Play Me Hot
Play Me Hard
Play Me Real
Play Me Right
Ethan Frost Novels
Ruined
Addicted
Exposed (coming soon)
Extreme Risk Series
Shredded
Shattered
Slashed (coming soon)
Other Books
Full Exposure
Tie Me Down
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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author TRACY WOLFF lives in Texas and teaches writing at her local community college. She is married and the mother of three young sons.
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The Editor’s Corner
I don’t know about you, but this is my favorite time of year. Sure, the month is crazy with holiday preparations, but before you know it, they’ve come and gone…which always makes me a little sad. Never fear—I’ve got some great romances to lift you out of those seasonal doldrums. Loveswept in December—guaranteed to keep you on that holiday high!
New this month is the latest tantalizing Rule Breakers novel, Want It, from Jennifer Chance, in which an irresistible alpha male follows his ex into a deadly standoff—and reignites a heated affair. A warm welcome to Wendy S. Marcus as she makes her Loveswept debut this month with Loving You Is Easy—she’s a survivor of the political front lines and he’s a wounded soldier returning home from the battlefield. Can they place their trust in the power of love? You bet! You’ll be thrilled to know that the conclusion of Ella Patton and Liam Stone’s story is here in Laura Marie Altom’s Possess—more of the contentious love affair that began in Control. Historical romance fans will adore His Saving Grace, by Sharon Cullen, a captivating novel that tells the deeply emotional tale of two devoted lovers facing the ravages of war.
And a little something special for you this month: Play Me, a serialization written by New York Times bestselling author Tracy Wolff. Five wonderful installments complete a full-size novel, and each section will tantalize you. Listen to this: Aria Winston lives the life of a loner, waitressing at a popular Las Vegas casino. Sebastian Caine is the hot son of the owner who manages the business while his father recovers from a series of mini-strokes. Things heat up fast, and the glimpses of the man behind the façade disturb Aria but also make her want him more (contains BDSM elements).
Wishing you a happy, healthy, and safe holiday season—and just in case Santa doesn’t deliver on the goodies, remember: Loveswept has what you need this month in romance. Until next time…
~Happy Romance!
Gina Wachtel
Associate Publisher
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