Page 55 of V for Vindictive

His throaty laughter, the seductive musk of his cologne, and his invitingly minty breath made it hard to keep still and stand my ground. “You’ve never complained about these sticky hands before. Why bother pretending now?”

I’d spent days trying to get back into his arms. I promised myself once I did, I’d face him head-on and tell him the truth. I’d tell him I wanted to figure out what this thing between us was, and it was time he put up or shut up because I deserved better than to be led around by the nose, like some sort of child who didn’t know how to make decisions for themselves.

But when I looked up, finally ready to lay into him with all the courage I’d mustered since I first thought I lost him, I was met with an expression that immediately stole any words I wanted to say to him. Phillip’s hand was on my face, and the look he offered me was the same kind of determination he wore in a fight. I was suddenly very afraid of what he might say to me.

Would he reject me now after all we’d been through? After I’d finally decided to make him more than a fuck buddy or sexual palate cleanser? Would I be forced to stay in tight quarters with a man who didn’t want me anymore?

“I love you,” the other Hunter uttered, his voice the softest whisper. “I want to be with you, V. No more games. I refuse to run away from what this is, and please let it not be too late. I’m begging you—I can’t live without you, and I know I’m not worthy.” His voice cut out, but then he added, “But I promise to become someone worthy of you, even if I have to make a proper arse of myself to do it. Even if it means you make all the rules, you call all the shots, and you lead me around like your fateful pup.”

All I saw for seconds was Phillip on all fours with a leash around his neck.

New kink unlocked!

But then I realized the smile on my face was sending mixed messages because it wasn’t the smile of a woman in awe over a love confession, it was the smile of someone devising a terrible fate for another person. Of course, that wasn’t totally off the mark since I absently wondered if I could order a leash off Amazon, or did it need to be from a specialty store?

The Austrian offered me a saucy smirk, and I tried not to swoon. “Are you trying to tell me that I haven’t seen proper arse yet? I was so sure—” I started to argue, but Phillip didn’t let me finish.

His mouth covered mine and our bodies merged roughly, his oversized frame painting mine up against a cold cement wall. The Austrian barely gave me time to breathe—not that I needed to—because his tongue was everywhere inside my mouth, tracing every ridge, every tooth, and his hands didn’t waste time tearing through my clothes.

If I hadn’t been so eager to be naked, I would’ve lectured the brute about another pair of clothes destroyed because he couldn’t be patient enough for me to take them off like a normal fucking person. Instead, pieces of them hung around my bare chest and stomach as Phillip worked his way down to his knees, kissing and licking along the way.

My breath came hot and fast when he ripped through my shorts and nibbled my sensitive flesh over my underwear. I sunk fingers into his hair, mesmerized by the sight of his impatient mouth kissing and tasting every patch of moon-white flesh that met his eyes.

“Phillip,” I gasped as his fingers sunk into me and his mouth followed, flicking his tongue against the one place that never failed to make me moan.

My head was a mess of words and feelings, but I needed to say the one thing I promised myself I’d say when I finally got the chance. “I love you, too.”

The other Hunter’s eyes were practically fire when he looked up, and then the Austrian hummed a happy little growl before guiding my leg over his shoulder. “I know, mein Schatz.”

What a jerk…

My thoughts were cut short by the intentional swipe of his tongue on my clit again before he sucked it into his mouth and flooded my hips and thighs with a thunderstorm of sensation.

“Now beg in that sweet, good girl voice so Phillip knows how much you love what his mouth does to you,” the other Hunter rumbled, the vibration of his voice doing unbelievable things to me from where he spoke between my legs.

So now we’re at the third-person part of this little bedroom adventure.

I giggled before moaning and latching onto his shoulder to anchor myself to something solid. “Fuck! Don’t make me laugh, you ass.”

Phillip squeezed my rear with one of his large hands, sneaking a look at me while his tongue lapped up the moisture between my thighs, the sight making the place he licked throb. “Mm, this is the only ass you need to bother yourself with, pet. Phillip’s order.”

“You’re so goddamn ridiculous,” I complained, groaning again when the Austrian sunk another finger inside of me.

Phillip grinned to himself before getting to his feet and lifting me off the ground. “Yet, you missed me anyway, didn’t you, maus?”

I couldn’t help but smile, knowing that he often switched to playful banter in the bedroom when he was in an incredibly good mood. And it was as clear as day how happy the man was with one look. Even I had trouble giving him a tough time when he was the perfect definition of a kid who’d gotten exactly what he wanted for Christmas. His smile was so vibrant and blatant it made my cheeks unnaturally hot.

This all may have been a weird way for two people to finally say “I love you” for the first time, but it definitely felt very Phillip to me, and I’d missed how often he caught me off guard with his childishness.

“You’re soaking wet, little Hunter,” Phillip murmured thickly into my ear, then pressed a small kiss to my cheek.

Normally, being called little anything grated on my nerves, but in his bedroom voice, it was unbelievably hot.

“Not that I have any right to tease,” he added, bringing my hand to his pulsating cock as he freed it from his black denims. “I’ve been rock-hard for days, and just the smell of you right now is enough to set me completely off. I want you so bad, engel. I want to fuck you until your legs give out.”

A stuttered sigh escaped my mouth before I felt his hard length rub between my thighs, stroking lewdly against my soaking wet slit. The sounds alone made my stomach contract. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, taking control of our pace and overpowering the kiss like I’d dreamed of doing for weeks.

It felt like coming home.

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