Page 103 of Sinister Intentions

Heat flooded my cheeks, but I refused to back down. I propped myself up on my elbows and met his gaze.

He narrowed his brows for a second, then moved forward, paused, and stared at me with a mix of lust and determination in his eyes. And then he cupped his lips over my sex and sucked.

Hard.

Oh, my fucking God.

He kept up the suction, then released me with a plop.

His eyes darkened. “Fucking delicious.”

He lowered his mouth to me again, and I cried out as his tongue glided through my folds.

I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the blinding ecstasy of his touch.

He devoured me like a man starved, lapping at my clit as he thrust a finger inside me.

I arched my back, the double onslaught almost too much. But so incredibly good. My inner muscles clamped down on his finger as pleasure built and built until a surprise orgasm shattered through me.

Vince growled against my flesh, the vibrations prolonging the sparks of pleasure shooting through me.

He gentled his touches as I came down, then kissed my inner thigh. “Fucking gorgeous. You’re mine now, all mine.”

A thrill went through me at his possessive words while I lay there, limp, breathless, and boneless before him.

I was his.

Completely his.

“I knew you’d be delicious and utterly beautiful when you come,” he murmured and pushed my thighs from his shoulders. He stood and trailed kisses up my belly.

He paused to tease one nipple with his teeth and tongue before he claimed my mouth in a deep, drugging kiss.

I could taste myself on him, tangy and intoxicating.

He pushed his bulge against my pussy, ground against me.

I reached down to unbuckle his belt, but he clamped his hand over mine. He pulled my hand away, then laid it on his neck. “Hold on tight, Little One.” He grabbed me under my ass, lifted me, and carried me out of his office and into his bedroom.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Ilaid her down on my bed and shrugged off my pants while staring at her beautiful naked body. Need flared up, hotter and more urgent than before.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

She cocked her head, and doubt shone in her eyes. “Hurry. I need you. Now,” she whispered.

She didn’t believe me.

I freed my cock, hard and heavy, and her mouth rounded to a beautifulO.

How could she be this innocent and beautiful, this perfect for me?

I crawled between her thighs and braced my hands on either side of her head. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

I traced her cheekbone with my finger. Followed her jawline, the curve of her long neck. “Every sharp angle, every hard edge—they just enhance your beauty and make you who you are. Evenif I could, I wouldn’t change a damn thing. You’re perfect for me.”

She stared at me, the look in her eyes vulnerable and open. I could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Then she turned her head when her shyness came through.

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