Page 55 of Midnight Wedding

“You filthy fucking girl,” he growls. “Look at you, drooling all over my cock. You’re so goddamn dirty, you know that? Down on your knees for me. Getting your face fucked for being such a bad girl. You like it, don’t you?”

I pull back, gasping. “I love it,” I tell him, and it’s true. My nipples are hard and my pussy is absolutely drenched. “Fuck my mouth, you prick. Make me gag.”

His eyes flare and he pushes himself deeper. I choke, and he keeps going. I relax myself and suck him, sloppy and stupid with how much I love this and how he’s losing all control.

“I’m going to fill your fucking throat,” he says, voice strangled with pleasure.

“Do it,” I gasp, and he slides himself in again.

He explodes on my tongue. I make muffled moaning noises as I struggle to swallow every drop. He pulls back and some spills from my mouth and onto the floor. He’s breathing hard, gasping for air, and I am too. My lips are messy with spit and cum, and he drags me to my feet.

He kisses me hard. Like he doesn’t care that he can taste himself.

His hand grips my frizzy hair tight, and he turns me around. He wrenches my jeans and panties down, wrestling me into position as he palms my pussy. “Mine,” he whispers in my ear. His palm presses into my lips and I’m dripping onto him. “All fucking mine.”

His fingers glide into me. I push back against him, basically spineless with how good this feels. I’m jelly, brains a soupy mush, as he palms me roughly and tells me how he’s going to shove his sloppy fingers in my mouth when he’s finished.

It wrecks me. I come for him seconds later, already buzzing on the edge. I nearly collapse, but he’s a man of principles. He makes sure I suck him clean when I’m all through.

“You hunted me down for that, didn’t you?” I ask, breathing hard as he gently helps me get my panties and jeans back into place. He’s surprisingly tender about it. His lips brush my neck and he’s breathing hard like he’s struggling to control himself.

“Not at first. The idea occurred to me on the way.”

“You’re a bad man.”

He nibbles my ear. “Yes, I am.”

I turn and kiss him. I like the way he kisses me back with warmth and passion. We linger there in the darkness of the empty building, our breathing echoing off the walls around us. He strokes his fingers over my body softly, caressing me, petting me.

I don’t know why, but I feel deeply safe in his arms. He stays there holding me, breathing my smell, and he tells me how pretty I am and how much he likes keeping me close.

It feels right. This isn’t how I expected the night to go, but it’s somehow better.

Then we leave. He slips his hand into mine and holds it as we head down the quiet street together. He pulls me against him and squeezes my palm, not looking at me as we approach the mansion’s entrance.

“I know what you’re going to do with that lockpick set,” he says, gazing into the distance.

I feel a chill in my stomach. I grimace slightly. “How’d you know?”

“For once in your life, resist the temptation. Trust me, Lena.”

“Why? What are you hiding?”

His expression is dark and haunted.

“Some doors are better left unopened.”

Chapter 20

Arsen

Tigran looks very unhappy as I adjust my black button-down shirt. “You look like a fucking waiter.”

“That’s the point.”

“Except waiters aren’t six-foot-four and covered in tattoos. You realize half the people in there are going to recognize you, right?”

“I have a plan.” I take out a black surgical mask and pull it over my face. “How’s this?”

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