Page 93 of Wicked Sin

Squirming against him, I make an embarrassing noise that’s part moan, part whimper, and all sex.

His attitude drops away, and he cups my face. “Yes?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Let’s do that again.” His eyes shift, his gaze turning black. Fierce. “I don’t think you want me to stop, you little brat.”

I whimper. “You don’t know what I want.”

“Good girl.” He pulls me in for a kiss. “We’ll put that into play soon. We’ll talk about it again. You’re so brave, thank you for sharing that fantasy with me. That gets you a reward. Take off your pants.”

I get naked, and he perches me on the edge of the couch, my legs spread wide. Then he kneels in front of me, his eyes on my face until the very last second, when he ducks his head, and all I can see is dark hair.

His tongue slides against my folds, a wet, delicious exploration of my skin, and then I feel a soft suck against my clit. My hips push up off the cushions, and my hands drive into the strands of his hair, holding him in place.

Yes, God, yes.

His tongue never stops, but he’s not fast. Nothing desperate about how he goes down on me. He’s taking his sweet time tasting me, coaxing me higher and wilder until I’m grinding against his whole mouth, and it’s perfect.

So perfect.

And not kinky at all, but I still don’t have any problem climbing the hill to my orgasm. I’m eager for it, happy to come for him. I want to shatter into a million pieces and have him lick me back together again.

Because once I’m whole, he’s going to tear me apart, and I’m going to let him.

Tonight, I’m going to act out my dirtiest, most depraved fantasy. And Luke is going to help me.

Before we get backto the dirty, dirty things I want my captor to do to me, he makes contact with Cole and tells him that I want to see my sisters. Are they going to be around until the end of the week?

I like that he pushes it off like that. It gives me some breathing room. I said I wanted to see them, and I do, but the guilt and shame that always burble up whenever I think about my family and what I dragged them through is a lot to deal with.

Luke nods as he listens to something Cole is saying on the other end of the line. “I agree, there’s a bad actor messing with things behind the scenes. Let’s give it a few days, if you are going to stay in the city.”

And then panic surges in me at the thought of my sisters leaving without seeing them.

Totally irrational.

I don’t want to see them because it’s upsetting. I can’t bear the thought of them leaving without seeing them.

I’m twitching by the time Luke gets off the phone. He looks at me across the room and instantly—like a psychic—gets that I’m worked up. I can see him size me up and judge me as…needy. He crooks his finger.

Come here.

Wordlessly, I cross the room and stop in front of him.

He strokes my cheek. Softer than soft. Sweet. And then he tangles his hand in my hair and tugs. Not soft. But still sweet, in his own way.

I shudder and rise up on my toes, following the tension. My eyelids flutter shut and the tension slides out of my body.

“Mmm. That’s better.” He kisses my mouth and slowly releases me. “You looked like you need a distraction.”

“I did. I do.”

“Tell me what you want, and I’ll make it happen.”

“How much time do you have?”

“All afternoon, princess. And all night if you’d rather.”

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