Page 25 of Wicked Games of Desire

He moves his fingers back and forth with nothing except the thin layer of my panties in between, making me feel like my pussy is on fire. I reach for him, wanting to run my fingers over his chest and down to his hard cock, but he moves my hands away, pinning them above my head and out of reach.

“Keep them here, or I’ll cuff you,” he warns, his voice low and menacing, igniting a flutter within me.

Fuck, my insides clench, remembering the cuffs still in his suit pocket. His kisses move down my body, a mixture of rough, followed by tender light kisses, until he makes it to my midriff where he shoves the skirt of my dress up to my waist, revealing my black lace panties. He drops his nose between my legs, inhaling deeply. This man mightbe the devil, but he’s fucking gorgeous and breathing me in like I’m a drug he’s been dying to get his hands on to fill his bad habit.

“Fucking perfection,” he compliments me, dragging my panties down my legs, before shoving my thighs farther apart, studying me. I squirm under his intense scrutiny until his free hand settles on my stomach. “Stay still,” he warns before burying his head between my legs and licking right through my folds. Goosebumps prickle over my skin at his delicate touch. Then he licks his tongue over my clit and my body arches off the bed, instinctively wanting him to fill me up.

But he has other ideas, the hand on my stomach holding me more firmly in place to stop me from moving my hips.

A delicious shiver runs over me as he laps me up. Sucking, licking, nipping at me, working me into a frenzy, then backing off just as I’m about to tip over the edge. He’s in his element, watching me with hooded eyes, his tongue flicking out and sucking on my clit. Ricky likes to take care of people in every way possible. His magic tongue causes me to shake, so close to tipping over the edge. Like he senses it, he backs off, placing small kisses on the insides of my thighs, toying with me.

“Ricky, please,” I beg him, desperately needing him to finish me off.

His lips turn up at the side. “That’s it, baby doll, beg me for your release.”

I whimper. His dirty words make my insides clench. I’m so close to falling apart that my vision is starting to blur. I move my hands, grabbing for the back of his neck to bring his mouth back to my core. He laughs against me. “Still haven’t learned to take instructions, have we?” He pulls back from me, his hands slipping into his pocket, and he tugs out the cuffs.

My eyes go wide. I moved my hands without even thinking. “You don’t need to cuff me. I was just…” I trail off, seeing the look of determination on his face.

“Just being greedy. You need to learn to take orders, baby doll.” He moves off the bed, coming to stand at the side of my bed. “Take off your dress and roll over,” he directs me, and a fresh wave of dampness floods my core.

“Why?” I ask, feeling vulnerable.

He grins devilishly. “Do you want to cum all over my face?”

My eyes go wide. “Fuck yes, I do,” I whimper.

“Roll over, on all fours, then.” He chuckles.

This time I do as I’m told. Shimmying out of my borrowed dress, I then roll over onto my front. He secures the cuff around my hand and attaches it to the bed. My heart races with excitement. This feels like I’m handing over all my trust to the devil. Like he knows I’m feeling exposed, he strokes my hair softly. “Good girl,” he coos.

My pussy clenches. I might just cum right now.

He moves behind me, stroking my bare ass then running his hands along my thighs. His movements are slow and calculated. Every one arouses me further, until he abruptly inserts two long fingers into me.

I gasp out in shock and pleasure.

Then he twists them, stretching me. Every slight movement he makes feels heavenly. His fingers curl up inside of me and hit my G-spot like he’s had years to work out my body and perfect the way he gets me off. My slickness mixed with his finger pumps echoes through the room, only muted by my soft moans every time he pushes inside me again.

I grip the bed frame harder when he moves to lie under me and starts licking me again. Oh my God. He’s lapping me up like crazyas his fingers are strumming and twisting inside of me, bringing me undone in the best way possible.

My body shudders violently, falling apart in a way I never have before. “Ricky!” I cry out his name as I cum in waves, and I ride his perfect face.

He devours me, relishing my juices greedily as my body quivers. He doesn’t give up until I’m calm and the trembling of my orgasm has subsided.

Then he moves up under me and unlocks the cuffs. My spent body collapses on top of him, and he holds me close to him, kissing me once more. His lips taste of me, and there is something so hot about it. He runs his fingers through my hair tenderly until I find sleep. Maybe he is the devil, but if that’s the case, I’m here for it. Ricky Moretti can take me to hell with him.

Chapter 15

“Marco, no!” A blood-curdlingscream escapes my lips as I wrestle against my captor’s shirt, trying to untangle myself before bolting upright in bed, realizing I was dreaming and not back in my father’s house. My breathing becomes labored as I find it difficult to regain control, with the horrid images still flashing through my mind.

My face is wet with tears as he pulls me into his bare chest. “Hey, it’s okay.” He strokes my hair.

I sob into his sturdy, exposed chest, finally releasing everything after such a long time. He holds me closely, brushing my hair with his fingers in a rhythmic pattern that’s comforting. Slowly my tears dry up, and I peel open my eyes, pulling away from him quickly when I notice the monster tattoo on his forearm.

“Maddox?” I whisper, realizing who’s cradling me. “What are you doing in my room?”

“Heard you scream,” he mutters.

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