Page 97 of Heart of a Villain

“Oh…god.” She trembled, eyes closed and her hands and fingers moving faster. “Oh…yes.”

Suddenly, her wrists were bound by large hands with firm fingers.

“Sayeda, what are you doing?”

She opened her eyes.

While holding her gaze, Adrían pulled her fingers out of her and away from her body.

“Fucking myself,” she answered. “Do you have a problem with that?”

“Of course, I have a fucking problem with it.” He licked her sticky fingers. “Who gave you permission to fuck yourself?”

“I need your permission now?”

“You’ve always needed it.”

“Well, where were you when I was fucking myself alone in a bed in Dominica, the night so hot, I couldn’t tell the difference between my sweat and my wet pussy?”

He licked the fingers on her other hand.

“Fucking my sister, perhaps?” she goaded.

His tongue slid between her fingers.

“Were you, Adrían?”

“What is this little,” he motioned to her, “act? I’m to be intimidated? Scared?” He pressed against her, the bulge in his shorts hot and hard. “Am I, Sayeda?”

“Don’t avoid the question.”

“I can do what I want.”

“Is it me you were after? Or are you still in love with her?”

The right side of his mouth curled into a sinister arc. “I like this side of you.”

“Answer the question.”

“Ask one I’m interested in answering.”

She tugged on his grip.

He released her hands.

The next thing she knew, she was on her stomach, both wrists back in his grip in one hand. The fabric of the T-shirt of his she’d worn to bed caressed her thighs and pooled around her middle, and he used his thumb to stroke her clit from behind. Then, without any further preamble, he shoved that thick, heavy dick of his inside her, stretching her until she hissed.

“Shh.” He pushed deeper. “You should be used to this by now.”

She wasn’t.

She wasn’t sure she could ever get used to him.

As wet as she was, his size still posed a challenge and a threat to the integrity of her inner walls, and she’d made it no better by pissing him off.

He didn’t let her get acclimated the way he usually did. Instead, he kept one hand around her locked wrists and used the other to hold her hip, pulling her back against his pelvis, impaling her as she groaned and gasped.

Tonight, her body was firing on every cylinder, and all her senses had come together, converging in one place. So, she didn’t need foreplay, didn’t need more playing with her clit than she’d already done herself. All she needed was Adrían’s fat length, his grunts, and his control over her body before she was coming all over him.

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