Page 64 of Where the Wicked Reign

I was done with having everything in my life being choreographed and faked, performing for the Family, creating a smokescreen so they only saw what they would approve of, what wouldn’t threaten them.

I needed something to be real in my life.

Most definitely her.

I took in the sword tattoo nestled between her shoulder blades. Not just any sword, but Excalibur, a nod to her love of Arthurian legend. “This is exquisite,” I told her.

She merely murmured a response, showing just how overcome she was.

I breathed her sweet scent in, her signature Chanel No. 5 perfume, along with that invigorating freshness of her having just taken a shower, her stunning wavy auburn hair still slightly damp from it.

I savored it for a few moments, then I ran my hand up her thigh, inching higher slowly, feeling a tremble roll through her. I spoke in low, hot words at her cheek, “You’re right to be afraid, Caterina.” I reached her panty line and found a whole lot of lace.Fuck me.While leather was Julian’s thing, lace was most definitely mine. As if my desire for her needed an assist when it was already barely containable as it was. “You won’t escape me now.” I slid two fingers beneath her panties, touching her skin-to-skin. “You won’t escape yourself. There’s no more hiding.” She was hot to the touch and a long groan escaped me as I felt how wet she was. She bucked against my cock as I dragged my fingers through her dripping folds, breathing in her sweet moans as I teased her. “You’re drenching me,principessa.I’ve barely touched you yet. I certainly haven’t come close to giving you what you really want from me.” I ground my dick roughly against her ass, making her gasp. “To be clear, it’s the same thing I want from you.”

“I—”

“No. Holds. Barred.”

I thrust two fingers inside her without any warning and a scream that was a cross between pleasure and pain tore from her throat, her body lurching against me. “I’ll wrench it out of you if I have to.”

She grabbed my hand and for a moment I thought she was going to remove my fingers, perhaps already overwhelmed. But instead, she used the hold to drive them deeper inside her tight little cunt.

As I fucked up into her rapid-fire, little mewls spilling from her, she released me and slapped one hand to the glass of the viewing window to stabilize herself, while the other she twisted in the side of my shirt, needing contact with me. Or, perhaps, needing me to root her to the moment.

Through the reflection via the glass, I saw her beautiful emerald eyes drawn to what was happening in front of her.

“Is that how you want it?” I asked, shifting my grip to her jaw and keeping her looking out at the show happening through the viewing window.

A show that Julian had clearly ensured was toned down by my standards. It was along the right lines for me with the whole rough and hard aspect, but also miles away from the intensity and twisted edge.

“Is it?” I pushed, tightening my grip on her jaw as I continued fucking my fingers in and out of her needy cunt.

“No,” she choked.

“That’s right, it’s not. It’s not depraved enough for you. Despite the roughness, it’s too vanilla for you, isn’t it?” I whispered in her ear, “It’s not monstrous enough.” I smiled to myself as she sank into me, into the bared truth, finally not fighting it. “That’s what you ran from that night at the restaurant. You saw the same thing in me that’s in you. You fucking wanted it, but you were too afraid, too unsure, not ready. Too afraid to admit to your monstrous side.” I licked the shell of her ear. “Just. Like. Mine.” She moaned as I raked my teeth over it next. Yeah, there it was. “But you also couldn’t turn your back on it or let go of it entirely, so you kept responding to me through our little war. You could only risk tapping into that part of yourself in spurts, though.”

She startled me as she suddenly ripped my fingers from inside her, spun around, then fisted her hands in the sides of my leather jacket.

Our gazes locked as I told her, “No more. It’s all in now.”

She snagged my hand that had just been inside her and jerked it to my mouth.

Smirking, I took the cue and slicked my tongue over my fingers.

Sweet. As. Fuck.

But I needed more than an appetizer.

In the next second, I snagged her around the waist, then took her down to the floor.

As she jarred against it, a mixture of a grunt and a squeal escaping her, I didn’t give her the chance to catch her breath before I jerked the hem of her dress up to her waist, then ripped through her lace panties with one rough tug.

I grasped her necklace, the one with the green tourmaline bar, that I fucking knew Levi Knight had gifted to her.Grunting at the sight of it, I then tugged that free of her body, too. I tossed it across the floor and she moved to protest, but her words got caught in her throat as I ran my palm over her bare cunt.Mmm,so wet, fucking well dripping for me.

I caught sight of a shooting star tattoo on her inner left thigh. “What’s this about?” I asked her.

“Really? Right now?”

“Yes,” I growled, the thought of her getting it for somebody—somebody in particular—eating at me something fierce.

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