Page 25 of Wicked Heiress

“All of this is new to me,” I told him. “I want to try everything I can before the end of the summer. We don’t have a lot of time. Will you teach me what you like?”

He ran his fingers through his dark hair to keep it out of his eyes and smirked. “I thought you’d never ask, princess.” Clutching my hips, he flipped us over so he was beneath me. “Get on your knees.” He shoved his shorts down, fisting his hand around his big dick. “Wrap your lips around the tip.”

I did as he instructed, and he hissed from the sudden contact.

He grabbed a chunk of my hair and moved it out of the way. “Good girl.” His eyes closed as if he were trying to focus. “Now, suck me into your mouth.”

It was a challenge to fit him, and my cheeks puffed out with each inch. I wasn’t sure if I was doing this right, but he seemed to enjoy it. After a while, Rhys loosened his grip on my hair, watching me with his lips parted.

He grunted. “Don’t stop, princess. I’m so close.”

I eventually found a solid rhythm, jerking his shaft as I sucked. This seemed to get even more of a reaction from him, and his legs started trembling. I felt a slow pulse moving down his length, and before I knew what was happening, he came into my mouth. His cum tasted salty, and I wasn’t sure what to do, so I swallowed.

“That was some blow job.” Rhys focused on my lips, his thumb caressing my cheek. “You didn’t need me to teach you, princess.”

A cell phone beeped with one message after another. I didn’t own a phone. My dad only used burner phones and ditched them every month. He said we could never be too careful. Someone could trace us through the signal.

Rhys sat up and retrieved the phone from his pocket. He read the messages with his body angled away from me. But I could tell whatever the person sent upset him.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah.” He shoved the phone back into his pocket and got dressed. “All good.”

It sounded like a lie.

“It’s getting late.” He bent down and pulled me toward him. “You should get some rest. Willow Marshall is taking you to the salon bright and early.” He glanced at the clock. “You won’t get much sleep. Sorry about that.”

I pressed my lips to his. “I would rather be doing this.”

He kissed me back. “For once, I’m trying to do the right thing.”

“That’s why I like you, Rhys. You’re a bad boy. You do whatever you want.”

“Willow will tell my mom if I keep you up too late and you miss your appointment. I don’t want to get on her bad side. That woman is a force to be reckoned with.”

“She raised you, so she must be strong.”

“I wish we’d met sooner.” Rhys slid off the bed, staring down at me. “But I have a feeling you’ll be in my life for a long time.”

“Maybe.” I gave him a sweet smile and covered my naked body with a sheet, suddenly feeling vulnerable with him fully clothed. “Who knows when we’ll see each other again? I’m moving again with my dad when he returns from his mission.”

“Do you know where you’re going?”

I shook my head. “I never do. My dad gives me a map and says to pick a place anywhere in the world. If I guess right, he’ll buy me anything I want.”

“Have you ever guessed correctly?”

“No, but that’s what makes our game fun. It’s kind of our thing.”

“Do you remember anything about your bio dad?” He sat next to me on the bed. “Viktor.”

Whenever someone said his name, I cringed.

Viktor Romanov.

My dad.

The terrorist.

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