Page 61 of Her Wicked Men

So she wanted to be the one in control, to regain the power she felt like she’d lost?

So be it. Anything for this fiery princess. As much as I wanted to have my way with her, I wanted this to be about her, helping her find herself again.

“You take it at your pace, Vee,” I assured her as I rested one hand on her hip, making sure I didn’t alter her movements.

“Thank you.” Those eyes softened as she gazed at me, the small smile making my heart flutter.

“Fuck,” I groaned as she eased the tip inside her, adjusting herself atop me.

Don’t move, let her control this.

Easier said than done when she felt so fucking good, but I’d control myself. For her. Anything for her.

She slowly slid down my shaft, taking me inside her as she gasped softly, her hands planting on my chest as she steadied herself.

“Fuck me, baby girl,” I moaned as she slowly rode me, her movements soft and calculated. She was calling all the shots, and I resorted to taking my hand away from her hip, worried I’d be too tempted to assist her.

“God, you feel good,” she breathed as she arched and lolled her head back.

Fuck. The rolling motion of her hips like this and the sheer sight of her, the delight etched across her features as she rode me, it was making me crazy. I wanted to drive into her, to have her screaming, but seeing her like this, taking control, reclaiming a part of herself by calling the shots, it was beautiful.

She was being allowed to choose, to decide everything, and I was relinquishing myself to her in this moment, mesmerized as the woman from the road flourished atop me. She was no broken woman, she was a burning phoenix, rising from her ashes more breathtaking than ever.

I’d do anything for her, I could see that clearer than day right now. I’d burn the whole city to the ground to protect her if I had to, and I knew that made me a monster.

But how could a monster feel this much joy and love for a woman? To have my whole body alive and desperate to bend to her every whim just to please her?

Love.

That’s what it was.

I’d fallen for this precious little woman, and I wasn’t ashamed of it.

I balled my hands on the bed as her movements increased, her soft gasps intensifying.

She was going to finish, and that thought was enough to make my cock swell, ready to finish within her.

“Finish inside me, please,” she gasped out the request.

There was no way in hell I was going to deny her. I’d always do what she asked.

So when she cried out, her nails digging into my chest as her walls spasmed and milked me, I joined her, cursing and unloading myself into her.

And there was something so pure and special in those green eyes as she gazed down at me, the lazy smile spreading across her face, that it made my chest tight.

I pulled her down atop me as she giggled, the sound making my heart sing as I held her tight.

“You’ll be the death of me, Vee. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

24

VERONICA

Ilay on Kieran’s chest, tracing the tiger peering through claw gashes on his left pec, the detail in the tattoo mesmerizing me. It was like I was glimpsing a wild creature through the torn shreds of his skin. A viking wolf tattoo was on the opposing side of his chest, but the tiger was the one I enjoyed the most. A beast hidden within.

I smiled softly at the steady rise and fall of his chest. He’d drifted off as we’d laid together, my head on his chest.

He’d helped me regain a part of myself, allowing me to take back my power as I’d ridden him. It had not been overly pleasant, my insides torn, but I’d pushed through, not pushing myself too much, instead focusing on Kieran and how I felt for him. The combination of pleasure and pain oddly worked for me. I wasn’t sure why it felt like it made such a difference. I’d felt so helpless, unable to save myself when Vincent had forced himself on me. Was having Kieran submit to me a way for me to fix that? I had no idea, but I did feel like I’d shifted in my mind.

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