Page 66 of Where the Wicked Reign

“Yes,” she breathed, arching her back and pushing her breasts against my knife.

“Fuck me, woman.”

I angled the blade and nicked her right nipple and she hissed as it drew a pearl of blood. I did it again until rivulets of blood were leaking down her chest.

By the time I’d treated the other one to the same, she was writhing with her head tilted back in rapture, moans and mewls spilling from her lips as I painted my masterpiece across her beautiful breasts.

I tossed my blade aside, then leaned down to taste her.

But she pulled me up short as she coated her fingertips in her blood, then reached up and traced them over my lips.

I smirked and slicked my tongue over them, cleaning them and savoring her taste.

She took it further as she gathered more of her own blood, then jerked up, forcing me to ease back on my haunches.

And then she glided her fingers all over my cock, coating my entire shaft and balls with her blood.

Motherfucking shit.

A snarl tore from my throat and I was about to—

The door flew open and Julian rushed on in, kicking it shut behind him and taking us in.

He’d clearly come to rein me in. He’d made that obvious by the sight of his hand touching his inner jacket pocket where he kept that fucking Taser.

But as he watched Caterina bloodying up my dick, looming over me and taking what she wanted, basically owningmein that moment, instead of what he’d obviously expected, knowing how I usually was and how I could get, he pulled up short.

Caterina turned her head toward him, but her hand didn’t stop teasing my cock for a moment and sending sharp sparks of pleasure through my whole fucking body. In fact, after a few seconds, she started speeding up and turned back to me.

She was too far gone to care that he was watching.

I smiled to myself. She was with me completely.

She proved that more so in the next moment, when she slammed her hands into my chest, knocking me onto my back, then took my bloodied cock in her mouth, right down to the fucking root.

“Fuck!” I cried out, lurching up as she swallowed hard around me.

She slammed her hand into my chest again, forcing me back down.

And then she went wild, deep-throating me rapid-fire, then swallowing and swirling her tongue like a fiend.

It was out of this fucking world.

It was utter madness.

And it completely consumed me.

I looked out through hazy vision to see Julian leaning against the door and rubbing his cock through his dress pants, his head resting back against the wood, completely taken by the sight. By her.

She ripped her mouth off my cock all of a sudden, then fisted her hands in my hair, tugging deliciously roughly. “Fuck my mouth,” she uttered in breathy, needy words.

It was a forceful order, and I loved it from her, loved her demanding her pleasure from me, loved her taking charge, loved her accepting this part of herself.

I growled and hauled us both to our feet. “You’re gonna regret begging for that, filthy girl.”

A twisted smile played on her lips and those emerald pools shone. “I hope so.”

Fuck. Me.

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