Free Veiled Seduction by Alisha Rai

pain, touching people who weren’t even directly involved in the crime itself.
    She brushed her lips across the base of his neck. He shifted. The heavy thickness of his erection, obvious through the soft denim of his jeans, surprised her. So did the fast, almost painful kiss he delivered.
    She responded, opening her mouth, allowing her tongue to touch his. Immediately his arms hardened around her and he crushed her closer. His lips turned from gentle to devouring, sucking on her tongue, her lips.
    He anchored a hand in her hair so that his palm cradled the nape of her neck. Tilted her head to get deeper access. She broke away with a gasp. “Mason…”
    There was something hot and a little wild in his eyes when she looked at him. He closed his eyes and swallowed. “I’m sorry. I just…” He shook his head. “I’m not sorry. I need you. Now.”
    She stroked a finger over his wet lip and then drew it away to kiss him with exactly the same amount of bruising force he’d shown her. “Then take me.”
    The blue of his eyes deepened to cerulean. “The baby.”
    “Is fast asleep. But let’s go to the bedroom just to be on the safe side, hmm?”
    He released her hips and leaned back on the couch. “Run.”
    He didn’t need to say anything else. The “or else” was heavily implied. With a half laugh, half squeal, she darted out of their living room and down the hall, thanking God that their daughter’s room was on the other side of the ranch home.
    His rasping breath sounded louder as he gained on her. She knew he was being careful to keep barely a step or two behind her. Her heart thudded as she flew through the door of their master bedroom, more from excitement than actual exertion. She pivoted at the sound of him closing and locking the door behind them.
    As soon as the lock was turned, he tore his T-shirt off over his head and tossed it aside. His jeans and boxers were unsnapped, unzipped and down his legs in seconds as well, leaving his already hardened cock bared.
    Well hello.
    She met his gaze, and wanting to play with that desperate edge just a little bit more, turned and lunged across the bed.
    He caught her easily—she would have been disappointed if he hadn’t. Gripping her around the hips, he dragged her back until she was on her hands and knees, her ass in the air. He leaned in close and nuzzled her hair aside. “It’ll be hard.”
    She shivered. They had a satisfying sex life. But with marriage and a child came mortgages and play dates and the occasional monotony.
    That particular tone, the rough demand and need from her husband, didn’t come too often, and she reacted to it as if he’d poured gasoline right onto a small fire. Her body relaxed submissively below his dominant one, her core wetting and readying for the pounding thrusts of his body. “I don’t mind.”
    He growled, already reaching below her, and he unsnapped and unfastened her jeans. A few jerks and he had them and her panties off. “Give me your hands.”
    Another rush of arousal flooded through her pussy as she placed her hands behind her back. He readjusted her body so her head and shoulders were flat against the bed, her ass lifted to the sky. She heard rustling and felt him loop fabric around her wrists.
    “Are those…?” Her breath hitched, the idea scandalous.
    “Your panties,” he confirmed, with a wicked edge to his voice. He paused, as if he were enjoying the view. “God, you look so sexy. Tied up with your own panties, your ass and pussy offered up for me…” He stroked her exposed buttocks and dipped his finger into her channel. She moaned and raised her hips higher. He fucked her lazily with his forefinger.
    Ignoring her small whimper of protest, he removed his finger and smoothed his hands higher, coasting them up her sides and under her yellow T-shirt. “And then up here, you’re still all prim and proper soccer mom.” He bent over her so his cock rode the crevice of her ass. He shoved the cups of her bra