Free Crazy Beautiful Forever (Dirty Twisted Love #3) by Lili Valente Page A

inside. “Say the words, baby. Say the words and there’s no more pain. Only pleasure and you coming on my cock, coming so hard you won’t remember anything but how good I make you feel.”
    “Yes,” she finally sobbed. “Please. I’m begging. Mercy. Please!”
    With a dizzying rush of victory and relief, Clay entered her with one savage thrust, tugging the swing forward to meet him until he was buried to the hilt, his balls pulsing between the cheeks of her ass.
    Holding still, he squeezed his eyes closed, knowing he wouldn’t be able to hold on if he looked down at her right now. Her pussy was molten hot and so swollen she felt like a glove squeezing him tight. He could come just from feeling her inner walls pulsing around his cock, hearing her moaning softly as she writhed against him, seeking the friction she needed to come.
    “Please, oh please,” she begged. “More. I need you so much.”
    And he needed her, too, more than air, more than water, more than anything in the world. As he pulled out and rammed back inside her, the swing making each endless thrust a smooth glide into paradise, Clay forgot that they were in a room full of people. He forgot the game, the mission, and the power play and lost himself in the woman he loved.
    He was seconds from release, too far gone to think of anything but reaching the edge and taking Harley over with him when a roar of outrage sounded from the entrance to the room.
    A moment later, a masculine voice shouted, “That’s my wife, you worthless sack of shit!”
    Clay turned over his shoulder in time to see a man with a beard trailing all the way down to his rounded beer belly launching himself at a naked man sprawled on top of the woman bound to the nipple stimulation table.
    Not long after, the guard stationed at the base of the stairs rushed across the room to intervene.
    Cursing the timing—and the case of blue balls that were no doubt going to haunt him for the next few hours—Clay reached for the close of Harley’s restraints, freeing her wrists before he whispered urgently in her ear, “Now. We go now!”

Chapter Eleven

Harley
    C lay pulled out and turned to reach for his clothes, setting every nerve ending in Harley’s body to screaming in protest. She was so turned on, so hot, and so close to coming again that her pussy contracted violently in response to the sudden emptiness between her legs.
    But her body wasn’t calling the shots.
    The guard was fighting to pull a bearded man off of the couple fucking on the medieval torture device and every eye in the room was glued to the unfolding drama. This might be her and Clay’s only chance to slip up the stairs. They couldn’t afford to waste a second.
    Harley eased out of the swing, willing her wobbly legs to steady as she stepped into her panties and pulled her dress over her head. She was still trembling when Clay took her hand and pulled her across the room, but she managed to make it up the long, curving flight of stairs without her knees giving out.
    At the top of the stairs, Clay opened a slim wooden door, sticking his head out to survey what awaited them before nodding that the coast was clear. As Harley followed him out into a room where small tables covered in lace tablecloths sat overlooking the rose garden, she stumbled over the edge of a thick, Persian rug, but Clay caught her before she could fall.
    “You okay?” He pinned her to him with one strong arm around her waist, nearly lifting her off her feet as he closed the door quietly behind them.
    “Y-yes,” she stammered, steadying herself with her hands on his shoulders.
    “Just hold on.” His eyes narrowed as his hand slipped down to squeeze her ass through her dress. “We’re going to find the perfect place, Elsa, and I’m going to fuck you so hard I’ll have to carry you back downstairs.”
    He crushed his lips to hers and Harley sagged against him without question, knowing he wouldn’t be playacting for no reason. She clung to