Page 71 of Vicious Games

She swallows hard. “So… what are you going to teach me today, then?”

I drag my tongue across my bottom lip, watching her body tense in anticipation.

“I’m going to kiss you again. Just like I did yesterday.” I pause, watching the way her pulse flutters against the base of her throat. “Only this time, I’m going to use my tongue to open your mouth.” I lean in, my voice dropping to a near growl. “And you’re going to let me.”

Her breathing picks up, her chest rising and falling faster. “Maybe we should just… repeat yesterday.” Her voice wobbles.

“Don’t be scared, Frankie.” I run the pad of my thumb along her jaw, feeling the heat of her skin. “I promise I’ll be gentle.”

The rougher stuff? That’ll come later—if she’s up for it.

She inhales sharply, then nods. “Okay. I’m ready.”

A smirk tugs at my lips. “Good. Close your eyes.”

She does as instructed and I drink her in for just a second before I go all in. I press my lips to hers, soft at first, just like yesterday. I mold them perfectly against hers, breathing her in, fingers tangling in the nape of her neck to keep her exactly where I want her.

Her hands press against my chest, tentative at first, then with a little more certainty. I swallow a groan at the feel of her touch. However, the second I sense her melting into me, leaning into the kiss, I strike. I use my tongue to pry her lips open, slipping inside.

Fuck me, but her warmth, her taste, she’s too much and not enough.

My cock instantly twitches in my pants when her tongue shyly meets mine.

I deepen the kiss, needing her to fight me back, to wage war with our tongues, and when her arms wrap around my shoulders, her fingers sinking into my hair, I let out the groan I’d been holding in.

I hate it whenever she pulls away to catch her breath, so I don’t let her. Instead, I crash my mouth into hers again and again, kissing her harder, deeper, until she matches my pace, lets go of whatever hesitations she has, and starts kissing me back like she fucking means it. And when she finally gets bold enough to slip her tongue past my lips, I nearly fucking come.

Fuck.

I want her.

I want her to straddle me, to open her legs, to rub that untouched little pussy against my cock and moan for me the way she’s already doing into my mouth.

Fuck.

Maybe this was a bad idea. I’m so turned on that I’ll be walking differently after this. And as if the little she-devil were reading my thoughts, she whimpers into my mouth and presses her chest against mine, like she’s trying to merge with me or something. My cock swells as her scent invades all of my senses, her plump ass pressing against my zipper, making my cock ache for something it can’t have yet.

She tastes fucking good. Like the sweetest, richest dessert I’ve ever tasted. She feels even better. All soft and pliant. And now that I know how she tastes and what she feels like, first base won’t cut it.

Fuck do I want her. Not just to kiss. Not just to prove a point or for the sake of what she just coined asour experiment.But because I want all of her.

And what I want, I always get.

Even if all of this goes to shit and Frankie decides she’s going to take her vows anyway, she’ll be doing it without her cherry intact.

Because that little treasure? Yeah, that’s mine for the taking.

Chapter 10

Frances

I’m kissing Luciano Romano.Again.

For the past couple of weeks, I’ve been kissing my nemesis. My bully. My tormentor.

And worst of all? Ilikeit.

I don’t know what possessed me to give in to his blackmail, but here we are.

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