Page 50 of Fear Me, Love Me

“I feel disgusting,” she whimpers.

“I’ll make you a promise,” I whisper, my lips ghosting over hers. “I’ll touch your body, and the only thing either of us will feel is how much we want to fuck.”

Vivienne still looks afraid, but she doesn’t stop me as I put my hand on her and caress her ribs. She feels warm, and her heart is beating wildly. I run my knuckles over her belly and she gasps against the hand I have wrapped around her throat.

“Mm, that’s better. Who’s Tyrant’s good girl?” I murmur, running a finger around the inside of her panties. Vivienne is so caught up in what I’m making her feel that she doesn’t answer. I squeeze her throat tighter. “Say it.”

“Um—me?” Vivienne asks uncertainly.

“That’s right, angel. I love to be sweet to my girl.” I push my finger deeper into her underwear until it slides between her pussy lips.

Slides easily.

Christ. She’s so fucking wet.

Vivienne rises up on her toes and her eyelashes flutter as I caress her clit. I press my forehead to hers and groan, “Oh, fuck. You’re soaking wet for me. I’ve never felt anything like it. How many times in your life have you been this wet and turned on by me?”

“Hundreds,” she confesses in a whisper.

“Good thing I’m finally here so I can do something about all your sweet, dripping frustration.”

I pick her up in my arms and carry her to the door, unlocking it while she holds on to me, and take her out into the night. I know every twist and turn in my garden, every hidden spot, and I find a secluded place and lay her down on the grass.

There’s just enough starlight for me to see her beautiful body. I lean over her, bracing my hands on the grass by her head.

“Kiss me,” I command.

Vivienne’s breathing is shallow and fast, and her pupils are blown in the darkness. “I don’t know how. We shouldn’t do this.”

I ignore that second part. “Yes, you do. Kiss me.”

Tentatively, Vivienne puts her hands on my shoulders, raises her chin, and presses her mouth to mine. A shy kiss. I slip my fingers into her briefs and caress her clit.

Vivienne moans and inhales deeply, opening her mouth wider and giving me a horny, fuck-me-daddy kiss. I groan against her lips as her tongue moves against mine, and then I yank her underwear down her legs and spread her open with my fingers. Breaking our feverish kiss, I look down at her slippery, shining sex, and my balls ache at the sight. She’s just so pretty, and I crave to fuck her more than I’ve wanted anything in my life.

“I mean it. We can’t do this. You’re holding my brother captive.”

I need to get my mouth on her. I move down her body until I’m between her thighs and take a long lick of her. Fuckingdelicious. I find her clit with my tongue and massage her slowly and firmly.

Vivienne sinks back on the grass, her eyes closing as she takes unsteady breaths, and lets her thighs fall open. “That feels amazing…” Her back arches. She moans so sweetly for me. Then she sits up with a gasp. “Tyrant, this is crazy.”

“Let me do this for you, angel. No one’s ever made you feel good, and I can’t stand it.”

Vivienne’s head falls back with a cry as I go on licking her, and soon she doesn’t sound like she’s thinking much of anything anymore. Finally she whimpers, “Aren’t you supposed to say something like,I’ll give you your brother if you sleep with me?”

I laugh softly. Why bargain for what she’s so hungry to give me? Besides, if I have Barlow, I keep her. Vivienne won’t be going anywhere without him.

She buries her fingers in my hair. Caresses my ears. Wraps her legs around my shoulders. “None of this counts,” she insists breathlessly. “It hasn’t got anything to do with why I’m here. This is between you, me, and what I wrote in my diary when I was fifteen. After this, I’m going right back to looking for Barlow.”

I smile and slowly suck on her clit. She can tell herself whatever she likes. I know why I’m doing this. A pretty angel getting wet over me beating the shit out of some lowlifes is the best thing I’ve ever heard.

I sit up and take my jacket off and start unbuttoning my shirt. While I’m doing that, Vivienne reaches out and puts her hand on my dick through my pants. I groan and close my eyes as she touches me. Her fingers slide along my length and feel the thick ridge around my head.

“You’re a bold little thing.”

“I’m a stupid little thing,” she whispers and unthreads my belt.

Heat and desire pump through me as she undoes my pants and pushes her hand inside my underwear to grasp my shaft.

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