A Submissive's Kiss (Sunday Snog #212)

Happy Sunday! Time for another sexy kiss from my latest release The Gazillionaire and the Virgin.

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“I’m so, so sorry, Rachel.” I lift her from the table, cradling her in my arms, careful not to put pressure on her welts. “I told you I had no idea—”

“Don’t, Theo. Don’t apologize.” She tilts up that sharp chin so she can meet my eyes. There’s at least a hint of her normal assertiveness in her hoarse whisper. “I gave you my consent.”

“You didn’t know what you were doing, what you’d agreed to.” 

Fighting my rising panic, I carry her to the bedroom and set her down upon the mattress with all the gentleness I can muster. This is my fault—I can’t deny it—but instead of facing up to my responsibility, I want to run and hide. To escape. Her lovely, leather-striped body is a silent accusation. I can’t bear to look at her. When I do, deviant that I am, my cock just gets harder.

When I turn away, though, she snags me by the wrist. “Please, Theo. Stay with me. Lie down beside me.”

“I—I don’t want to hurt you—any more than I already have.” Damn it, I’m practically sobbing. Some Dom! But Rachel won’t let go. She wriggles over toward the wall to make room for me. Tired of fighting, I let her pull me down. Despite everything, her heat draws me, but I don’t dare touch her.

“Kiss me,” she orders, her voice stronger now. She doesn’t wait for me to obey. Her mouth fastens on mine, firm and sweet. Her musky aroma fills my senses. My aching cock leaks pre-cum, more than ready to ravage her again.

I shouldn’t surrender to her. For her own good, I should push her away. The temptation’s too strong to resist, though. I gather her to my chest, heedless of her raw stripes, wanting only to sink more deeply into her welcoming warmth.

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