Page 71 of Her Wicked Men

“Yours,” I gasped out as he pounded into me with a brutality that was going to make it difficult to walk. The mix of pleasure and pain was only amping me up more.

“That’s right, Vee, you’re mine, ours,” he grunted.

I choked out a gasp as he released my hair and lifted me off the counter. My arms went around his neck as he carried me out of the bathroom, his dick still buried inside me.

I didn’t even have the thought until now that others could be home, but as he carried me down the hall to his room, I knew I didn’t even care.

Not in this moment.

“I’m going to fuck you, Vee, I’m going to make you scream my name, got it?” he promised as he grazed my neck with his teeth.

I just gasped as he bounced me on his dick when we reached his bed, moaning as he held me tight to him.

Then he was laying me back, and his dick was yanked out of me as quickly as it had gone in.

“Roll over.”

I did as asked, and he pulled my hands behind my back, arching my ass in the air for him.

“Remember our safe word,” he said as he moved around the room. “Don’t move.”

Right, the safe word. That had completely escaped my mind until this moment, I’d been too caught up in the passion.

I stayed where I was, my hands behind me until he returned.

I shuddered as he bound my hands behind my back with something silky. I gasped and jerked forward at the searing pain that stung through my ass as he slapped it, having to bite my lip from crying out.

And yet it sent a rush of heat through me. Just what was he into? And was I okay with it?

I gasped as he rolled me onto my back, taking care with my bound hands as he propped my hips up on a pillow, those steely eyes dilated as he gazed down at me.

“Such a fine treat,” he said as his warm hands slid up my legs. “I think I’ll have a taste.”

The air whooshed out of my lungs as he hoisted my legs over his shoulders, burying his face into my dripping folds.

A low moan snuck out of me as I lolled my head back, his tongue gliding through my folds and teasing over my clit.

Maybe being manhandled by someone so keen to please was not such a bad thing, because right now, all I could focus on was the way his tongue danced and swirled. His stubble scratched me, the odd mix with pleasure making me whimper.

He took this as a good sign, moaning against me as he nuzzled me, skewering his tongue inside me before dragging it over my clit once more.

And then he changed it up, eating me out like it was his mission to have me seeing stars as I writhed beneath him.

Having my hands bound left me unable to have an ounce of control, leaving me entirely at his mercy.

Which was a horrendous mix of thrilling and frustrating as the pleasure tingled through me, building to a point where I was gasping and arching, desperate for him to finish me off.

“Not yet, beautiful, I want you screaming,” he murmured against me as he eased off, making me whimper pitifully.

I was so goddamn close, but he simply lowered my legs to the bed, staring down at me like I was the only thing on the planet worth anything.

And that did weird things for me as he smirked.

“You want us at any point, want our dicks, you take it, you got that? You have power with us, Veronica, and you are to take what’s yours,” he stated as he traced one wretched finger around my entrance. My walls were aching with need now, desperate for the orgasm hovering at the edge.

“And you can do the same,” I said breathlessly, that smirk only growing.

“Oh, I intend to. This pussy is mine, and I’ll make sure you know that every day, my love,” he said.

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