Page 7 of Fear Me, Love Me

“I didn’t understand back then. I wasn’t thinking straight.” She places her hand on the door as if she’s going to open it.

“I wouldn’t do that, Vivienne. Your family has never repaid your debt.”

Vivienne freezes, and her chest starts lifting and falling in panic. “Leave Barlow alone.”

My hand snakes around her waist, and I pull her back to me. Her hair falls to one side, exposing her slender neck. How many times have I fantasized about getting my hand around this throat and squeezing while I fuck the living daylights out of her?

“Give me one reason why I should.”

Her mouth is so close to mine that I can feel her breathing. She knows what I want. I know what she wants.

Vivienne gazes at my lips. “You licked up all my blood like it was honey.”

“Sweeter than honey. You always did like my tongue, angel.” I slant my mouth over hers and push my tongue forcefully into her mouth. I kiss her hard until I feel her whole body melting into mine and her pulse thundering beneath my fingers. Vivienne gasps, and her hands clench my shirt.

That’s right, angel. Touch me. How I’ve fucking missed you touching me.

When I break the kiss, she gasps for breath. “You smell like blood. You taste like blood.”

“Yours. My favorite flavor. But you’re only supposed to bleed for me, angel. That was the rule.”

“I didn’t ask for them to cut me.”

She was in a cemetery at dusk, looking like a wood nymph with pouty lips and bare thighs. There are too many bad men in this city for her to go around like that without protection. Vivienne’s going to be punished for acting so recklessly.

“Don’t make excuses,” I snarl and reach under her skirt to grasp her underwear. She grabs my wrist to stop me, but I tug her white bikini briefs down her thighs until they’re twisted around her knees. “You were out at night when you know it’s not safe in this town for pretty girls to be wandering around alone.”

“Tyrant, please,” she whimpers, wriggling in my grip.

I’ll give herTyrant, please.

I flip her over so she’s face down on the broad leather seat and push her skirt up. I suck in a breath and my cock gets hard just looking at her plump ass. Christ, her ass is everything. I take a handful and squeeze, pulling her pussy open. She’s pink and inviting and my mouth waters.

“Get your hands off—”

I lift my hand and bring it down in a sharp smack. Vivienne cries out and her ass quivers enticingly. Gathering her into my lap, I hold her down on my thighs and spank her again. And again. Vivienne squeals in outrage and tries to scramble away from me, but she’s going nowhere until she’s had her fix, and so have I.

Vivienne loves to hurt.

I love to make her cry.

We’re a match made in hell. Her ass turns bright red and burns hot. She looks so fucking sexy like this with her rolled-up briefs twisted around her thighs and her skirt flipped up while she gets wetter and wetter by the second. My tarnished angel whose halo is slipping while she gets turned on by the devil. I scratch my nails across her red raw skin, and Vivienne moans and arches her back.

When we’re both breathing hard, I pull her pussy lips open and admire the sight of her tight entrance, even wetter and pinker than before. “It’s time I told everyone that you’re my girl. Then they’ll leave you alone. They’re all terrified of me, angel.”

“Don’t tell anyone, please,” she says, her voice muffled in the leather seat.

“Oh, you prefer being my dirty little secret?” I murmur, trailing my fingers through her wet and slippery sex, just teasing her entrance.

“There’s nothing to keep secret. I don’t—”

I push two fingers into her pussy, right up to the second knuckle. Vivienne cries out and braces her hands against the car door. I pump my fingers into her and groan at her grip on my fingers, which are now glistening wet. “Nothing secret? Open your knees wider for me, angel. Let me finger fuck you nice and deep.”

Like the good fucking girl she is, Vivienne wriggles her legs apart for me and arches into my touch, moaning, “Please.”

I twist my fingers inside her. Sopping wet and swollen. “That’s my good little slut.”

Vivienne moans again and clenches my fingers. “I can pretend this didn’t happen tomorrow. I can pretend I didn’t say that. Just like I do every time.”

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