Page 92 of Wicked Heiress

Sucks to be him.

Two hours into the reception, I snuck away from Rhys and met Cole in the hallway. We rounded the corner, and Cole clutched my shoulder from behind and shoved me inside a dark room.

It was a bathroom.

His lips brushed my ear, his cock as hard as steel. “You look beautiful in this dress, Grace. Fuck, the things I want to do to you.”

“Cole, what are you doing? The wedding isn’t over.”

“Taking what I want.” He fisted my hair in his hands and pulled my mouth to his, prying my lips apart with his tongue. Then, Cole grabbed my wrists and raised my arms above my head, pinning me against the wall with his muscular chest. “I hate that you’re married to him. I wanted to put a bullet in his skull as I watched him kiss my woman in front of everyone. We’ll get the marriage annulled as soon as this is all over.”

He slipped his tongue into my mouth, kissing me like I consumed him. Each kiss was more intense and impatient as we clawed at each other’s clothing, our hands and tongues doing the talking.

“I should never have let Rhys kiss you,” he said as our lips separated. “It should have been me. I was so fucking stupid for thinking that following the rules would get me ahead.”

He slid his hand up my stomach over the top of the dress to feel my nipples. I melted into his touch as he pinched the tiny bud between his fingers, leaving a trail of kisses on my neck.

“You’re mine, Grace.” Sucking my bottom lip into his mouth, he tugged hard on it, earning a few moans. “Mine. I’m never letting you go.”

He wrapped my leg around his back and shoved my panties to the side. My tongue tangled with his, and I moaned as he pushed two fingers inside me. I was so wet that his fingers slid in and out.

Burying my face against his neck, I gripped his thick arms for support. “Cole,” I whimpered. “Fuck me. Please.”

He broke through my inner walls with his fingers and rolled his thumb over my clit. “Come for me first.”

It didn’t take long before I groaned his name, my orgasm ripping through me like a hurricane as I came on his fingers.

Cole slid his fingers out of my pussy and brought them to his mouth to suck my juices. “I love how you taste.”

He unbuttoned his pants and lined himself up at my entrance. Once fully inside me, he stilled for a moment, resting his forehead against mine. “You have always been mine. I’ll kill Rhys before I let him take you away from me.”

Knowing we would be free of Fitzy after tonight changed Cole. He seemed more relaxed, his guard lowered, and I loved this side of him. From the moment we met, I had dreamed of this moment. I had envisioned us together.

Lifting my feet off the ground, he slammed into me, holding me up in his strong arms, fucking me as if he’d never get to do it again.

“I don’t care if you’re married to another man,” he whispered, “as long you keep squeezing my cock with your pussy.”

“Oh God, Cole.”

Whenever we were together, the world seemed to fade into the background until there was no one and nothing but us. He took what he wanted from me, so deep inside me that I felt him everywhere.

After we came down from our high, Cole stuffed himself back into his pants and turned to look at the wall so I could pee without an audience. I quickly went about my business. And then he helped me fix my dress so I didn’t look like I’d just gotten fucked in the bathroom.

He grabbed my face and kissed me once more. “Your father will come tonight. I’m sure of it. This will all be over once we get the evidence we need from Viktor.”

On our way back to the ballroom, someone bumped into me, knocking Cole to the side.

“Sorry,” the man muttered. “Pardon me.”

I was about to turn around when another man gripped my arm and yanked me backward. I would have crashed to the floor if I hadn’t fallen into his chest. He snaked his arm around me and dragged me out of the camera’s view. My grandfather had tons of security at his estate.

“It’s okay, kisa. You don’t have to fear me,” the man said in a thick Russian accent, one I recognized. “Papa is here.”

My heart hammered in my chest, beating so fast I could hardly catch my breath.

I knew his voice.

Papa.

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