Page 106 of Vicious

“So, is this everything?” I ask, leaning over her. “Or is there something else you’d like to demand? Regular trips to Hawaii? Luxury spa memberships? A brand-new wardrobe?”

May makes a face. “I’m not a gold digger, Chase.” She pauses though, adding, “I wouldn’t mind the vacations, though. It’d be nice to get out of New Bristol for once. And I suppose you can spoil me on occasion,” she loftily informs me.

Just like a damn cat.

“My house is your house,” I say in Chinese, before leaning down to kiss her.

She runs her fingers through my hair, letting me go to her instead of trying to lean up. “Two cats, then,” she replies with a smirk.

I guess I can deal with having three cats in our house.

The thought makes me grin because I can’t help but feel giddy in a way I haven’t felt since the first time I found her.

Well, and maybe when Giulio Pavone had called me to tell me she was available for sale, too, but that’s something I should probably keep to myself. May would probably try to smack me if she knew, then I’d have to wrestle her down and fuck her senseless—and Hunter had been very, very clear that if we are going to have sex, it needs to be gentle.

I don’t know what kind of boring sex he’s having, but if that’s all I can get from May, I guess I can’t turn it down. I really don’t want another lecture because I tore her stitches again.

I slowly, carefully hook my fingers into the sides of her panties and ease them down. She lifts her hips, trying to hide her wince as it puts pressure on her stomach, then settles back down when I have them off of her.

“Lie still,” I tell her. “I’ll take care of you.”

May eyes me. “What if I don’t want to lie still?”

“Weren’t you just saying you didn’t want that asshole doctor to yell at you again?” I say, although I can’t help smiling. “You just have to lie there and not move a single muscle. We wouldn’t want those stitches to rip.”

“So you’re going to put me to sleep,” she summarizes. “God, I hate that bastard.” She huffs out a breath but reaches up for me, pulling me down into a kiss.

I like this side of May, where she pulls me close and kisses me even though she’s just lectured me about how she should be able to say no to me. I kiss her back harder than before because that, at least, won’t hurt her.

Her hands go to my sides, pulling on my boxers, and I pause to pull them off before climbing onto her. I hover high enough to where I’m not putting pressure on her body, but fuck, I don’t want to wait and go slow.

She lets out an exaggerated huff of a breath. “Just do it already.” Despite the dismissive note in her voice, it’s breathless, too, and when I push the head of my cock against her cunt, I find that it’s already wet.

I laugh and tease her by rubbing my cock back and forth across her pussy, not penetrating her just yet. “Look who’s the desperate one now.”

“Not desperate at all,” May tries to say, but she ends up laughing at herself. “Will you just fuck me already?”

I bend down to kiss her quickly, before finally giving her what she wants. I slide in, as slow as I can stand it, and only going in halfway before I draw out again at a similarly excruciating pace.

“You spoiled me,” she whines. “You’ve never been this gentle with me. I’m a terrible woman for enjoying the way usually you do it more.”

“You’re the perfect woman,” I counter, going in again. She clenches tight and tries to hook her leg around me to force me to go faster, but I grip her to hold her still. “Naughty. Remember your stitches.”

“How can I not?” May gripes. “They barely hurt, and when they do, it’s not the good kind of pain.”

This new side of May is fascinating to me, free and accepting of what I have to give her. I wonder if I’d have ever seen it if I hadn’t forced it. Somehow, I don’t think so, and I’m secretly glad things played out the way they had.

Before my thoughts can turn darker, to the people Slayer had assured us would never be a problem ever again, I thrust deeper into her. May gasps and arches her back, her shirt riding up and exposing the bandages.

I hate that those wounds are on her, but I can’t wait to transform them into something new, something better. Something mine.

“Chase, start moving!” May complains. She wraps her arms around my shoulders and digs her nails in so hard that I can feel them.

“Fine,” I groan. It’s true that being seated in her, feeling her cunt clench and unclench, is its own kind of torture.

I start with a slow, shallow pace, not wanting to separate from May, but she wiggles and makes the most beautiful sounds.

“You’re doing this on purpose,” I groan, bending down to bite her shoulder.

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