Page 67 of Wicked Trap

But he didn’t give her the chance to be embarrassed. His hand gripped the back of her neck and dragged her close before kissing her and drugging her mind with more passion.

Her head spun with passion and soon she was falling. She realized a moment later that the feeling of falling was because she was lying on the sofa with him on top of her.

“More,” she whispered greedily.

She couldn’t get enough of him and how he made her feel.

“Patience, princess,” his wicked voice said into the darkness.

She could barely see him. Only when lightning struck, could she see the outline of his wide shoulders and a hint of his face. But she knew he could see her clearly whenever lightning struck the sky.

The cloak of darkness intensified her feelings.

He caught her face in both hands and kissed her. His tongue conquered her mouth deeply before pulling away, making her feel drugged with passion.

“The first time I saw you in the cab...” he spoke against her lips. “...I wanted to kiss you to see if your kiss was as fiery as you.” His lips began to move along her cheeks and jaw. They left a trail of fire. “The second time I saw you standing near the door of my apartment glaring at me, I wanted to carry you away to see if I could make you shout in passion instead of anger.”

His wicked words made her shiver. “Pervert,” she whispered.

She gasped and clutched his hair when he bit into her neck. Shivers racked her body in both intense pleasure and a hint of pain.

There was a wicked chuckle. “When it comes to you, princess. I guess I am a very big pervert.”

Her stomach quivered in anticipation.

His lips moved from her neck to between her breasts and then lower. The hot, wet tongue on her quivering stomach made her restless. Need built up inside her, and she wanted something only he could give her. She dug her nails into his shoulders.

The bastard chuckled.

“I know what you want, princess. Only I can give it to you.”

Even though she had the same thoughts a moment ago, she was annoyed by his arrogance. She opened her mouth to snap at him with a sharp remark, but only a gasp escaped.

He had moved even lower. His hot breath fell on the most intimate part of her through her thin cotton panties.

“Arju—” Her voice broke before she could call his name, and a shocked sound escaped her throat instead.

Once again, he kissed her. His tongue moving up and down at first before going deep into her. But this time it wasn’t her mouth he was conquering.

“Oh God!”

Her entire body felt as though it caught on fire. Tight pressure built inside her. With each flick of his wicked tongue, the pressure became more intense.

“I can’t,” she gasped, wanting him to stop.

But her fingers dug into his hair and kept him close in case he would listen to her and stop.

She felt conflicted. Insane and wild.

And moments later, pleasure exploded.

She screamed and clutched at his wide shoulders, which were the only things anchoring her as she blew apart. She shuddered hard for a long time, and it took even longer to catch her breath.

When she could finally return to her senses, she saw his outline standing next to her as he scooped her up into his arms and carried her somewhere. Her back landed on something soft. It was his bed.

She wanted more. Her heart thudded in anticipation for what was to come. Her fingers and lips trembled eagerly to explore his hard muscles. But she was shocked when he got into the bed without removing his clothes and held her.

She tried to turn towards him, but his grip remained firm.

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