Page 9 of Kissing the Villain

“You’re not taking my virginity on this floor.”

I gripped Alex’s shoulder and pushed her to the tarp. “Then ride my face and let me taste your sweet pussy.”

My tongue swept into her mouth, the kiss more rough and greedy as she worked to undo the buttons of my dress shirt. To tease her, I slid my hand up her bare stomach and pinched her nipples over her bra.

“Luca,” she whispered. “Please.”

“Patience, my queen.”

“Touch me,” she choked out between ragged breaths. “I can’t stand it anymore.”

This was the closest we had ever come to sex. She usually let me kiss her, maybe even play with her tits, but she would always pull away when I tried to get her off.

I massaged her breast, twisting her nipple between my fingers. “I am touching you.”

She whimpered as if in physical pain when I sucked her nipple into my mouth over the fabric. Giving equal love to each of her tits, I sucked and bit her nipples until she was screaming my name.

Pressing my palm to the tarp beneath us, I left a trail of hot kisses down her stomach and savored every second. Greedy for more, Alex grabbed my hand and shoved it down her panties.

“Luca,” she whispered. “Oh god.”

With my mouth inches from her pussy, she bobbed her head to give me the green light. I pulled down her panties and rolled my tongue over her clit. All the time I’d spent wondering how she would taste did not do her justice.

I tore her panties clean off her body. She squealed, and before she could complain about her ruined underwear, I thrust my fingers inside her. Throwing her leg over my shoulder, I fucked her with my fingers, ripping a series of moans from her beautiful lips. Her eyes slammed shut when I added another finger and sucked her clit into my mouth.

Clutching her thighs, I forced my tongue to go deeper and deeper, tasting every inch of her. She writhed beneath me, panting and swearing as I devoured her like a hungry beast, wild and untamed, ready to fucking attack.

I flipped onto my back and pulled her on top of me. She rode my face so goddamn hard I could barely breathe.

But I didn’t care.

My name poured out of her mouth, and I loved the sound of it on her tongue. Her legs shook, and one after another, orgasms spilled out of her in violent waves. After she came on my tongue, she rolled off me, pressing a hand to her chest, struggling to catch her breath.

She moved her hands between us and tugged on my belt. I pushed her hand away, and she gave me a surprised look.

“We’re done playing. Get dressed. I’m taking you home.”

Alex pulled the dress over her head, and I helped her up to her feet. “You haven’t even looked at your present yet.”

“I just tasted it.”

Her laughter floated through the room. “No, I mean the painting.”

I bent down in front of the canvas. “Someday, you will be just as famous as my mom.”

She kneeled beside me, and the corners of her mouth turned into a grin. “I’m calling it The Devil I Know.”

“You can reveal it at your exhibition next week,” I said to spoil the surprise early.

“What?” Alex squealed. “Are you serious?”

I nodded. “An artist dropped out last minute. I added you as their replacement. A showing at the Franco Gallery will change your life. Are you ready?”

Alex lunged into my arms, wrapped around me like a koala, and kissed my cheek. “Thank you, Luca. This means… Just thank you.”

I wasn’t all bad.

Or was I?

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