Page 6 of Where the Wicked Reign

“Hmm, not ready to admit it yet.”

“You don’t know—”

My words were cut off as he suddenly brought his bloodied hand up and wiped it all over my cheeks, my lips, down my throat and to the tops of my breasts, even brushing the bust of my white tank.

I sucked in a harsh breath at the shock of it.

And something else.

Something wholly unsettling.

Heat speared me—in places that it shouldn’t have.

And as he leaned in, no doubt to growl more provocative words at me, I grasped his nape and jerked him down to me.

The moment our mouths clashed, it further ignited what he’d just stoked in me, and then I was digging my nails into his skin, certainly hard enough to draw blood.

A low, threatening growl came from him, and then he was grabbing my thigh with his good hand and hooking it around his hip, opening me up so he could grind his cock between my legs, his very hard cock rubbing against my pussy through our clothes in an insanely rough and aggressive way.

Sparks of pleasure shot through me, colliding with the heat and intensity, making me chase it and grind right back against him.

He slicked his tongue over my lips, then pushed it into my mouth, and I tasted his blood, the coppery tang assaulting my tastebuds.

It should have been repulsive.

It should have been nothing but unquestionably fucked up.

And so incredibly wrong.

Especially because it was him.

Because it was us.

But it was anything but. It just took things to another realm of intensity entirely.

The whole thing was depraved beyond belief.

The kiss was hard and punishing.

The aggression was another level and seemed destined to reach dangerous heights that would no doubt tear my whole world down.

All of that slamming up against a whole lot of repressed passion unleashed threatened to consume me.

The feel of all that hard muscle surrounding me, his big cock rubbing up against me with him angled in the perfect way had shudders of need wracking my body, that alluring minty scent of his, the heat from his skin… and just how fucking good it felt… the whole thing threatened to have me succumbing entirely—in a way I could never come back from.

When he pulled back slightly so we could catch our breath, the twisted spell that had gripped me started to break.

Enough for at least some of my good sense to come through.

He nipped my ear and growled, “Don’t deny your true nature. That would be a tragedy.”

Oh my God.What had I done? What had I just given into within me too?

This was… this was a nightmare brought to life.

It was beyond dangerous.

And not just with Nico Marchetti being a part of the equation.

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