Page 65 of Where the Wicked Reign

“It represents my determination to achieve my goal—building my empire into a true powerhouse.”

Relief sung through me.

Too much relief.

I cared too much about it.

I was a fucking animal when it came to her.

In so many ways.

And she was about to experience one major aspect of that up close and very personal.

“You… you need a safe word,” I only just managed to get out.

“No, I’ll be fine.”

“Safe word,” I growled.

“Pistachio,” she uttered.

I smirked.

She undulated beneath my touch, her gaze burning into mine as she panted for me.

She went to reach for me, but I shoved her thighs up and open, then dug my nails into them as I dove between them.

I slicked the length of her cunt in one slow, agonizing lick that had her cursing out into the room.

That was all the warning I gave her before I descended on her like a fucking ravenous animal, licking, sucking, and biting, making her thighs shudder in my brutal hold.

“Shit… ah… fuck!” she screamed, thrashing and pulling at the carpet.

I shifted my hold to her ass, then thrust my tongue inside her, tasting her deep.

“Nico…”

Hearing her crying out my name in such a consumed and desperate way had me losing any shred of self-control I might have had left after I’d first tasted her on my fingers, and I snatched her waist, manhandling rough enough that I was sure she’d wear my marks and bruises tomorrow. I forced her down onto her stomach, then I yanked her ass up, making her get onto her knees and present herself to me. I spread her open with my fingers, then thrust my tongue back inside her, fucking her brutally with my tongue, then rolling over her clit and nipping at it. Back and forth I went, mixing it up rapid-fire, so she didn’t know which way was up, so she couldn’t sink into it. I kept her on edge, overwhelming her and fucking ravaging the shit out of her.

Elation coursed through me when she started grinding on my face, then moving to slamming back against me, getting wild and starting to let out that part of her I had been longing to reach for fucking ages.

I tortured her little clit, then thrust three fingers inside her, curling and twisting, then ramming them deep.

She came all over my face, shrieking the fucking room down.

As she lay there, boneless and still twitching from her orgasm, I shrugged off my leather jacket, then ripped my tee over my head.

Even in her afterglow stupor, her eyes were all over my torso, drinking in every inch of me.

I gave her a whole lot more to look at when I ripped open my jeans and shoved them and my boxers off in one shot, tossing them hell knew where across the room.

I straddled her, enjoying her breathing picking up as I closed in around her, how affected she was by me, and the fact that she was no longer hiding it.

I reached out to my jacket on the floor and pulled out my flip knife.

Her eyes burned into mine as I opened it, then brought the blade to her silky dress and started cutting through it, the silk like butter against the sharp edges, yielding to me easily the fabric falling in scraps around her until I had her completely bared to me.

Her breath hitched as I pressed the flat of the blade to her right breast, tracing the fullness around and around. “I want your screams, your cum, your blood, and your tears, Caterina.”

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