Page 76 of Vicious Addictions

“I know I want you. I know that I’ve always wanted you.”

“Fuck, Mina. You can’t say shit like that to me,” he growls before lowering my dress a little further, his tongue and teeth nibbling on the tender swell above my breasts.

“Why not? Why is it so bad for us to ask for what we want when we want it?”

“Because,” he groans, “neither one of us shouldwantthis. In fact, we shouldn’t be doing this. Wecan’tdo this,” he says, breathing heavily through his nose. However, his mouth doesn’t move away from my tender flesh, pressing kiss after kiss, using his tongue to memorize my taste.

“But I want to, and I refuse to pretend otherwise.” I declare with unwavering conviction, inching closer. I use my ankles to pull him against me, closing whatever distance remains between us. “I’m done pretending. Aren’t you tired of pretending, too?”

“Fucking exhausted,” he admits, my heart doing backflips in my chest.

“So why continue to torture ourselves when we could just give in to what we both want?”

“Ah, love. If you don’t think this is an even worse kind of torture, then we’re not feeling the same thing,” he mutters, lifting his gaze to meet mine, his eyes burning with a mix of longing and frustration.

“It doesn’t have to be. You can make the pain go away,” I cajole, running the pad of my thumb over his full lower lip. “Just keep touching me.” Eyes now shut, he takes a small bite out of it and moans.

“Touch you where? Where do you want me to touch you, Mina? Tell me.”

“Where no one has ever dared to,” I say breathlessly, my body aching for his touch.

“No one?” he rasps, opening his eyelids.

“No one.” I shake my head, biting my bottom lip when the gold flecks in his eyes begin to sparkle with want and desire.

“Does that mean no one has touched you here before?” he counters, slipping my panties to the side and running his deft fingers through my soaked slit.

“No,” I answer truthfully, amazed that such a simple act could provoke such an earth-shattering sensation.

“What about here?” he continues, lowering his mouth just enough so I can feel his warm breath fan over my perked nipple. “Has anyone touched you here?”

I shake my head, unable to utter a word as his lips curve around my nipple, sucking at it through the fabric.

“Can I tell you something?” he asks, his teeth tugging my dress down lower, sending shivers down my spine.

“Anything,” I pant, tilting my head back, lost in the way his fingers continue to work their magic on me.

“I hate this godforsaken dress. Did you pack anything to wear tomorrow?”

“I did. Why?” Confusion flickers across my mind at the out-of-leftfield question, but it doesn’t last long.

In an instant, Jude slides his hand away from inside my thighs and releases my neck, his intentions clear. With a swift motion, he tears my dress from my body, the fabric ripping away like paper. Once it’s nothing but a rag, he flings it over his shoulder, a triumphant smile spreading across his face.

“Much better.”

Save for my panties and gold pendant, I’m completely naked. Jude’s penetrating gaze focuses on my necklace first before scanning every inch of me, licking his lips lusciously.

“You’re fucking exquisite. Do you know that, love? Do you have an idea how beautiful you look right now?” His words wash over me, and I melt into a puddle, the endearment hitting me harder than the praise itself. “Have you ever come before, Mina? Has anyone ever made you come?” Again, I shake my head. “Fuck. You have no idea what you do to me.”

“Show me,” I say, finally finding my voice. “Show me.”

His lips find mine again while his thumb presses on my clit, before drawing circles in a way that has me gasping for air. His other hand begins to needle my perked nipple, toying with it before moving to its counterpart. My hands drift to the buttons of his shirt, deftly plucking open one after another so that I can feel the heat of his skin sear against my palm. He winces at my light touch, and the pads of his fingers intensify their circular movement on my clit, making me curl my toes.

He then surprises me by breaking our kiss so he can spit onto his fingers before directing them back into my pussy.

“Tell me if this gets to be too much for you,” he forewarns, using his saliva to lubricate my clit with two fingers, sending shockwaves all over my body.

“Oh, my God!” I cry out, my body trembling as I lean forward, pressing my forehead against his shoulder.

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