Chapter 346. Oh Hell Yeah! I Know Every Switch For Every Woman There Are!**

Chapter 346: 346. Oh Hell Yeah! I Know Every Switch For Every Woman There Are!**

Mike abruptly tore his mouth away from hers, leaving Maya gasping for air, her lips swollen and glistening with their shared saliva. Before she could even process the sudden loss of contact, his hands moved with ruthless intent.

He reached down to the lace of her bra, and with one violent, decisive yank, he tore it aside.

The fabric gave way with a sharp snap, and Maya’s massive breasts spilled free onto the silk sheets, bouncing slightly from the motion. Her nipples, already peaked from the intensity of their kissing, stood out as dark, rock hard pink buds in the dim light.

"Ah! No! Mike, wait--" Maya cried out, her hands flying up to cover herself in a futile attempt at modesty. "Don’t do that! Put it back, please--"

"Put it back?" Mike interrupted with a dark chuckle, his eyes raking over her exposed flesh with hungry appreciation. "Why would I hide this?"

"Don’t pretend you don’t love the attention, Maya."

"If I recall correctly from that night in the cabin, you weren’t exactly asking me to stop when you were twisting your own nipples between your fingers while you begged for more."

"That... that was different!" she protested, but her voice lacked conviction.

The memory he invoked sent a traitorous jolt of heat straight to her core.

Mike didn’t give her time to argue. He leaned down, his tongue darting out to trace a wet stripe from the underside of one breast up to the sensitive peak.

When his tongue made contact with her nipple, Maya’s back arched off the bed in a violent spasm.

"Nnngh! Ahhh!" Her protest died in her throat as the wet heat of his tongue swirled around the sensitive bud.

’He has no hesitation at all,’ she thought frantically, her mind racing as she watched him work. ’He’s not asking... he’s not waiting for permission...’

’He’s just... overwhelming me...’

’He’s taking over everything.’ She felt powerless against his relentless assault, his mouth moving with a confidence that made her feel small and exposed.

"Look at them," Mike growled against her skin, his breath hot against her chest. "They’re already rock hard, Maya."

"Your body is telling a completely different story than your mouth."

To prove his point, he opened his mouth wide and took one nipple completely inside, sucking with an intense, vacuum like pressure.

"OH GOD! Mmmph--AHHHH!" Maya’s scream was raw and uninhibited, echoing off the walls.

The sensation was overwhelming the combination of the sharp tugging and the wet heat was too much for her overstimulated nerves to handle. Her hips began to buck involuntarily against the mattress, her legs tangling in the sheets as she fought the waves of pleasure that threatened to drown her.

Mike shifted his focus, his hands moving to grip both of her breasts simultaneously. He squeezed them with terrifying strength, his fingers digging deep into the soft tissue, kneading them like he was trying to claim them as his own property.

"Stop! Mike, please--ahhh! Stop squeezing so hard!" she cried out, her words punctuated by broken, desperate moans.

Mike pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, a cruel, knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Stop? You keep saying ’stop,’ Maya, but look at you."

"Your nipples are straining against my tongue, your hips are chasing my hands, and you’re screaming my name like you’ve been starving for this." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "It looks to me like you’re loving every fucking second of this."

Maya stared up at him, her eyes hazy with tears and lust. A terrifying realization pierced through her guilt.

’How?’ she wondered, her heart hammering against her ribs. ’How does he know?’

’How does he know exactly how to hurt me and pleasure me at the same time?’

The thought burned her: Marc would never be this aggressive. Marc would ask if she was okay, Marc would be gentle, Marc would treat her like porcelain.

But Mike... Mike treated her like she was made of fire. And despite everything she knew was wrong, despite the betrayal eating at her soul, she couldn’t deny that Mike’s brutality turned her on more than Marc’s tenderness ever could.

The realization horrified her as another moan ripped from her throat when he plunged back down to devour her flesh.

Mike didn’t slow down; if anything, his hunger seemed to intensify as he tasted her. He moved between her breasts like a man possessed, his tongue swirling around each peaked nipple with devastating precision.

"God, Maya," he murmured against her heated skin, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You have no idea how much I’ve thought about these."

"Your nipples... they’re just as tasty as I remember them."

Maya’s head thrashed against the pillow, her hair splayed out like dark silk. "Ahh... mmmh..."

Each wet stroke of his tongue sent electricity shooting straight to her pelvis. As she listened to his praise, a flash of memory pierced through her haze of arousal. She remembered that night in the cabin: how she had unconsciously arched toward him, how her entire body had responded to the slightest pressure on those sensitive spots.

’He figured it out,’ she thought with a surge of panic mixed with arousal. ’He realized back then that my nipples were like my own personal switch.’

’One touch, and I lose control... One bite, and I’m his.’ The realization made her feel exposed, as if he could read her deepest, most shameful desires just by looking at her chest.

Mike seemed to sense her internal struggle, and he exploited it with ruthless skill.

"You’re not even trying to fight it anymore, are you?" he taunted, his lips leaving one nipple to trail a path of fire down her cleavage. "You love it when I’m rough with them."

"You love feeling like I’m going to break you."

"Nnngh! No... I don’t... ahhh!" she lied, but her body betrayed her immediately.

Her hips bucked upward, seeking the friction of his mouth.

’Of course he’s going to go hard on them,’ she screamed at herself internally. ’He’s a predator, and he knows exactly which nerve to strike to make me unravel.’

’He’s not playing fair; he’s playing to win.’

But Mike wasn’t satisfied with just licking. He wanted to test her limits.

His hands moved from supporting her breasts to actively tormenting them. His thumb and forefinger found the sensitive, swollen peaks, and suddenly, he began to pinch.

He didn’t just touch them; he gripped the firm flesh between his nails and gave them a sharp, demanding squeeze.

"AHHH! Mike!" Maya’s scream was sharp, startled by the sudden spike of pain that instantly melted into an overwhelming flood of sensation. "Stop! Stop pinching them! Nnngh... ahhh!"

"Make me," Mike challenged, his eyes locked on hers, watching the way her pupils dilated with every painful tug.

Instead of stopping, he increased the pressure, rolling the sensitive tissue between his fingertips with deliberate cruelty.

"Please! Ahh... haaa..." Maya’s protests became increasingly incoherent.

The pain was exquisite, a sharp edge that cut through the fog of pleasure and made her feel more alive and more terrified than she ever had. Her hands flew to his wrists, not to pull his hands away, but to hold them there, her fingers trembling as she clung to the very thing that tormented her.

"Don’t... don’t do that... mmmph... ahhh!" she whimpered, even as she arched her back to present herself more fully to his torment.

The sound in the room was a chaotic symphony of her distressed moans, the wet sounds of his mouth working on her flesh, and the ragged, desperate gasps for air that neither of them seemed able to take.

She was caught in the grip of a man who knew her body better than she knew it herself, and as he continued to pinch and twist her nipples, she felt her last shred of resistance dissolving into the expensive sheets.