Page 98 of Heart of a Villain

He looped a hand around her neck, arched her back toward him, and sank his teeth into her shoulder. Not once had he stopped moving, giving her time to recover. He merely continued to fuck her, going from his teeth on her shoulder to long hard pulls on the sensitive spots on her neck until she was coming again.

She didn’t know how he did it, how he controlled himself the way he did. But she didn’t have time to think about that either as he flipped her over, bent, and sucked hard on her nipples.

He pulled out and entered her with two fingers, the sensation a stark difference from her own. Then he released her breasts and moved to suck on her earlobe.

“You don’t fuck yourself with me in the bed next to you,” he growled.

“You were,” she slid on the mattress, and he dragged her back, “asleep. I had needs to satisfy.”

“Then you wake me up by stuffing my dick in your mouth.”

“I was focused on my pleasure.”

He shoved his fingers in as far as she could take them, and her back arched up off the sheets.

“My cum down your throat is your pleasure.”

He continued to pump his fingers.

Then he bent and sucked on her clit so hard, she came.

Everywhere.

She screamed his name so loud that half of the hotel had probably learned it. And he, again, gave her no time to recover as she stuffed his erection inside her once more, thrusting so hard that they began a dance, moving around on the bed.

“Come to me,” he said, his fist wrapped around the base of his shaft.

He pulled out.

She sat up, but he grabbed her chin, eased her the rest of the way, and shoved his length between her lips. He groaned and grunted as he came, and like an amateur, she gagged. Some of his release spilled from her mouth, and it was as if he’d been pent up. As if they hadn’t been having sex since the night they buried Rafael.

She wiped her mouth and licked her lips. He remained where he was, semi-erect.

“I need to talk to you about something,” she said.

“I don’t want to talk.” He stepped off the bed. “Go get cleaned up.”

“It’s about what I did tonight.”

“It’s almost five in the morning.”

“I want to do it again, Adrían. I need to.”

“That’s what you think.”

“That’s what I know.”

“Is that why you were fingering yourself?” he asked. “You were trying to get off to another man?”

“Who I killed.”

“Whatever you think you need, trust me—you don’t. It’s not a path you want to start on.”

“You kill people.”

“You think you can handle this, but you can’t. I know you.”

“Adrían, let’s be real here. You don’t know shit about me. Not,” she tapped her bare chest, “this me. To you, you’re still fucking the timid woman from Morocco who needed you to keep her safe, but where were you? Where were you when I needed you?”

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