Page 82 of Heart of a Villain

The receptionist greeted them, and she distracted herself by taking in more of the scenery and decor while Adrían got their rooms situated.

“We’ll share a suite for now,” he said. “But write down your idea for next time.”

“Next time?”

“I was thinking, once things die down, we could go on a trip.” He took the key cards the receptionist extended and thanked her with a nod and a smile. “A nice little vacation.”

“What about for your birthday?”

“Maybe.”

“Or mine?”

His smile grew, but he didn’t comment.

“I can take our stuff upstairs if you’re hungry,” he offered. “Or do you want to get settled first?”

“Settled. Then,” she took his hand, “we can grab lunch together. Sound good?”

“What time is it now?”

She searched for a clock. “A little past ten, why?”

“We’ll miss lunch.”

She barely had time to make it into the suite.

Minutes after they crossed the threshold, he had her bent over a buffet side table.

She’d worn a dress.

He wore jeans.

At the moment, her panties were perched on the glass-top coffee table, and his jeans and underwear were down around his ankles. With every thrust of his pelvis, the lamp in front of her rocked.

Then, grunting, he pulled her back against him, twisted her head, and kissed her as deeply as he’d lodged himself inside her. She reached back, sinking her fingers into the firm muscles in his ass, and wiggled, her body petitioning him to start moving again.

Their lips separated.

He pulled out, stepped the rest of the way out of his clothes, picked her up, and carried her over to the bed. There, he lay on his back, and when she went to sink onto his length, he shook his head.

“Sit on my face, querida,” he ordered.

Apparently, she didn’t move quickly enough. He gripped her waist and dragged her forward, her knees sliding over the sheets, and then flicked her clit with the very tip of his tongue.

After that, she was useless.

She snatched off the dress to give her a clearer view of his face, and her body vibrated of its own accord as he engulfed her flesh.

“Adrían…”

Was that her?

And was she whining, of all things?

“Adrían, fuck.”

He spread her wider with two fingers. Then, he licked so precisely that she tried to recall if she’d told him exactly where her “spot” was. His command of her body was so automatic that when he slid his ring and middle finger inside her, she immediately rode, rocking and rotating her hips.

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