NO STRINGS, NO SINS

Chapter 3

I paced the opulent east wing suite like a caged tigress, the cool marble floor sending shivers up my bare feet, contrasting the lingering heat between my thighs. The silk robe clung to my damp skin, its whisper-soft fabric teasing the tender bruises Liam had left on my hips during our frantic encounter on the private jet. Every nerve in my body thrummed with the vivid memory, the way his thick c**k had stretched me wide, its bulging veins pulsing against my slick inner walls as he thrust relentlessly, my p***y clenching in rhythmic waves of ecstasy that had left me gasping, my juices soaking the tiny bathroom counter.

But now, betrayal scorched through me, hotter than any desire, twisting my arousal into something sharp and vengeful. A sharp knock shattered the heavy silence. I yanked the door open, fury boiling over, ready to unleash hell on whoever dared to interrupt.

Liam stood there, a single red rose clutched in his hand, his stormy blue eyes locking onto mine with a mix of regret and raw hunger. “We need to talk, Frances.” I grabbed fistfuls of his crisp shirt and hauled him inside, slamming the door with a resounding thud that echoed through the villa. “Talk? You f*****g lied to me.”

He didn't resist as I shoved him back against the wall, his broad shoulders hitting the plaster with a soft thump. His body heat radiated through the thin fabric, mingling with his intoxicating cedar cologne and the salty tang of the ocean breeze drifting in from the open windows. “I swear, I didn't know you were Alex’s ex until we landed and saw you two on the terrace. I would never…”

“Liar.” The word spat from my lips like venom, but my hand betrayed me, fisting his collar tighter and yanking him down until our faces were inches apart. Our breaths mingled, his ragged and uneven and mine furious and shallow, charged with the electric tension crackling between us.

Then his mouth crashed onto mine, devouring me whole. It wasn't a gentle kiss; it was a war of lips and teeth, tongues dueling for dominance in a frenzy of pent-up rage and lust. He tasted like forbidden champagne, dark sin, his lips bruising mine as he spun us around, pinning my back to the wall with the full weight of his muscular frame. His hands roamed possessively, sliding under the robe’s loose tie, rough palms grazing my hips before digging into the soft, yielding flesh where those purple bruises from the plane still bloomed like erotic badges. I gasped into his mouth as his thumbs pressed into the marks, sending jolts of pain-laced pleasure straight to my core.

“Frances,” he groaned against my neck, his hot breath fanning over my skin as his teeth grazed my racing pulse point, nipping just hard enough to make me arch into him. “Let me show you I’m not like him. Let me make you forget everything but this.”

I arched further, my n*****s hardening into tight peaks that strained against the silk, begging for attention. His fingers traced a scorching path lower, parting my trembling thighs with deliberate slowness. I was already slick, my inner folds swollen and aching from the mere proximity of him, my traitorous body replaying how he’d filled me so completely on the plane, the wet, rhythmic slap of our skin echoing in that confined space, his c**k hitting depths that made stars explode behind my eyes. He found my throbbing c**t, circling it with agonizing precision, the pressure building like a gathering storm, each swirl sending sparks of electricity radiating through my belly.

“No strings,” I gasped, even as I ground shamelessly against his hand, my hips rolling in desire and desperate need. His deep chuckle vibrated through my chest, dark and promising. “Strings are for puppets, darling. This… this is pure fire.”

In one fluid motion, he dropped to his knees before me, the robe falling open like a curtain, revealing a forbidden show. Cool air kissed my exposed breasts, pebbling my skin into gooseflesh, but his mouth was smolten lava, latching onto the n****e with fierce suction, his tongue flicking the sensitive bud while his teeth grazed the edge, pulling a moan from deep in my throat. His fingers plunged into my dripping heat without warning, two at first, then a third stretching me deliciously as they curled upward to stroke that spongy, hidden spot that made my vision blur. My juices coated his hand, dripping down his wrist in obscene rivulets, the wet squelch of his pumping fingers filling the room like a symphony of filth. I tangled my fingers in his thick hair, yanking him closer as my hips buckled wildly, the coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter, until it bordered on exquisite agony.

“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice muffled against my heaving breast, rough with dominance. His free hand kneaded my ass, fingers spreading my cheeks wide to expose my pukered entrance. He teased it with a slick digit, circling the tight ring before pressing it just inside, the dual invasion, fingers scissoring deep in my p***y while another breached my ass, igniting every nerve ending.

The assault shattered me utterly. My orgasm ripped through like a tidal wave, muscles spasming in violent contractions, my cream flooding his hand in hot gushes as I cried out his name, my thighs quaking uncontrollably around his head. He didn't stop; his tongue dove lower, lapping at my pulsing core, delving deep to savor until I was boneless and trembling.

When he finally rose, his c**k straining massively against his pants, the outline thick and veined, I let the robe pull at my feet entirely. Naked, vulnerable, yet thrumming with raw power, I met his gaze. “Your turn,” I whispered, sinking to my knees with deliberate grace.

My hands trembled with anticipation as I unbuckled his belt, the metallic clink echoing in the charged air. I freed his c**k in one swift pull, and it beaded at the swollen tip. Veins throbbed along its length, pulsing with need, and I wrapped my fingers around the base, feeling the heat radiate into my palm. Slowly, teasingly, I leaned in, my breath ghosting over the sensitive head before I swirled my tongue around it, tasting the salty essence of him. He groaned, his hands fisting in my hair as I took him deeper, inch by inch, my lips stretching wide to accommodate his girth. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking with rhythmic pulls, my tongue tracing the underside while one hand stroked what my mouth couldn't reach, twisting gently at the base.

Then he opened my legs wide, revealing my wet, clean p***y. He thrust into me shallowly, f*****g and rubbing my c**t with controlled restraint, but I urged him on, doing kegel to make my c**t tighter to send vibrations through his core. He pulled out, then I sucked him again. Saliva dripped from my lips, mixing with his pre-c*m as I bobbed faster, the wet sounds of my eager sucking filled the room. His balls tightened in my other hand as I fondled them, rolling them gently, feeling them draw up. “f**k, Frances,” he growled, his voice breaking. I looked up through my lashes, locking eyes as I deep-throated him, gagging slightly but relishing the fullness, the way he owned my mouth just as he'd claimed my body.

With a guttural roar, he came, hot ropes of c*m flooding my throat. I swallowed greedily, milking every drop, my own arousal reigniting at the taste of his release. When he pulled out, spent and panting, I licked my lips, savoring the remnants.

Alex watched from the terrace windows, his fist clenched so tightly his knuckles whitened. The sound drifting from the suite, moans, wet skin slaps, cries of ecstasy, twisted like a knife in his gut. Shannon approached silently, her silky dress hugging the lush curves he’d ravished in secret the night before, her full breast rising and falling with barely contained rage.

“She's with him,” she hissed, her jealousy contorting her beautiful features into something feral. Years of friendship had curdled into bitter rivalry; Frances had claimed Alex first, the one-man Shannon had craved with an obsession that bordered on madness. Now, allying with Liam's ex might be the perfect way to even the score, to shatter their bliss with calculated vengeance.

Alex pulled her close, his hand slipping under the hem of her dress, fingers brushing the damp heat between her thighs. “We’ll fix it,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous, already plotting the downfall as his touch ignited her own dark desires.