Page 26 of Wicked Love

“Shhh. You did so good for me, love. Let me reward you for being such a good girl.”

Working in and out of her at a slow pace, I repeatedly drag my fingers firmly over the fleshy spot inside her that always causes her to groan for me.

And I get exactly what I want…

Raspy groans rattle through her sore throat, and she sucks in air as she begins to quiver around my fingers. “That’s it. Deep breaths for me. Let the air fill your lungs so you can scream for me when I make you come.”

Her voice is strained and hoarse when my name passes over her lips in a pained whisper. Whimpers blow from her mouth as she rhythmically clenches around my fingers. Her body arches, pressing her ass into my hips and opening her neck to me.

“That’s it, love,” I grunt the words against her neck as she becomes more lucid, her body needily reacting to every curl of my fingers inside of her.

Reaching between her thighs, she cups her hand over mine, holding me deep as she grinds against my palm. She comes quiet, yet hard, her whole body going rigid as her thighs tremble and squeeze together around our hands.

“I told you, Cora.” I use my free hand to brush her hair from her neck so that I can press my lips to her skin. “I just want to take care of you.”

I know that now.

She can give me everything I need.

And I can give her more than she could ever imagine.

We lay in silence, my fingers still lightly massaging deep inside of her, milking every bit of pleasure from her orgasm until the walls of her tight cunt stop quivering. Tenderly sliding from her, I bring them to my mouth to enjoy the taste of her again.

Breaking the silence, Cora’s voice is raw, with a hint of humor, when she asks, “Are you going to kill me with your cock, Samuel?”

“Not on purpose.” My response is devoid of emotion.

But it’s also honest.

I’ve never killed any of the women before her on purpose. Or at least, I didn’t plan to.

Wrapping both my arms around her and holding her against me, I place a kiss on the crook of her neck before continuing. “Asphyxiation is a finicky bitch.”

“You’re a sick fuck.” Her tone is laced with both seriousness and a hint of dry wit. From her tone, I’m half expecting her to climb from the bed and run for the door. Instead, she shimmies backward as though she needs to remove any distance between the two of us.

“Yes, I am.” I throw a leg over her and envelope her with my body. “And you’re equally as depraved, love.”

CHAPTER TWENTY

CORA

“What is this?” I try to tone back my excitement when Samuel steps into the room carrying a lavishly decorated black gift box.

Carrying it across the room, he carefully sets in on my lap, and I can’t pull my eyes from the ornate box. It’s matte black with a black, glossy, paisley design adorning the lid, all of it topped with a silky, white bow. Samuel delicately slips his finger under my chin before lightly tipping it up toward his face, drawing my eyes to his.

“I want you to have everything you’ve ever wanted.” He dips his head and tenderly kisses my lips. “Everything. Things you didn’t even know you desired.”

Samuel takes a seat on the coffee table in front of me and waits patiently for me to open the box. I pull on the white silk, and the ribbons slide from the box to my lap and the floor. My fingers linger over the smooth detailing covering the lid as I lift it off the box. Beneath it lies tissue paper with a similar paisley detailing. Peeling it back, I find a dress.

As I lift it from the box, I immediately recognize it as the gorgeous hot pink monstrosity I was eyeing the other day—only it’s not that horrid shade of pink. The one I’m lifting from the box is a deep burgundy.

My favorite color.

“Samuel,” I gasp in awe of the thoughtfulness of his gift.

“Do you like it?”

“I love it!” I exclaim as I hold it against me. “But…How did you?”

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