Page 62 of Vicious Heir

“Terrifying, honestly.”

“Then why don’t you go running whenever I come into a room?”

“Too slow, I guess. You’ll catch me.”

“We both know that’s not true.”

A shiver runs down my spine. I’ve never pulsed like this for another person before. Each soft touch of his sinning mouth sends another thrill right into my core. The anticipation kills me. He’s so close, so big. He can crush me, break me, but he doesn’t.

He’s almost gentle. Until he’s not.

“Maybe I like being caught,” I admit, and he pulls back to look into my eyes.

I adjust myself, slipping around so my legs straddle him. I wrap my arms around his neck, staring into his eyes. Daring him to do more. Wanting him to push me, to find my limits, to break through them.

He smirks, and I nearly hate him for making me want him this badly.

I don’t even care that he’s using me right now.

Let him use me right up, so long as I get what I want in the process.

“You know what happens to good girls who find themselves with bad men,” he whispers, his thumb moving down to my cheek. He presses it against my lips.

“No. What?”

“They get ruined.” He slips his thumb into my mouth. “Suck.”

I lick the tip of his thumb before sucking it. He grunts, eyes shining with pure lust. It’s overwhelming and sticky in all the best ways. I grind down and feel him stiffening between my legs.

“Is that what you’re going to do to me?” I say as he pulls his thumb back and strokes it wetly down my throat. “Ruin me?”

“Yes, I am.” He slowly unbuttons my blouse with one hand while the other curls into my hair again. I love it when he tugs, just hard enough to hurt. “You should’ve gone running the second you saw me.”

“Did you want me to?”

“No, my little wife.” He finishes unbuttoning my blouse and pulls it open. He licks his lips at the sight of my bra-covered breasts and leans forward to kiss me. I gasp as his mouth moves down my chest. He reveals one stiff nipple and licks it. “I would’ve chased you. I would’ve found you and taken you. But this is better.” He sucks and nibbles. I grind down against him, feeling him swell more and more.

“What were you thinking the night we first met?” I ask on a whim.

He kisses up toward my mouth. God, I want that kiss. I want it so much, only growing more the longer he delays.

“I was thinking you were very brave and very beautiful.”

“That’s all?”

“And you were the only woman I wanted in that entire club.”

“Liar. There were models.”

His grip tightens. His eyes harden. “Are you getting mouthy with me?”

“I’m just saying, that’s bullshit.”

“You don’t know anything aboutwant, my little wife.” He leans in closer and nibbles at my throat.

I shimmy down against his hard cock. “I think I’m learning.”

“You will eventually,” he murmurs as he pulls my hair. “And if you ever call me a liar again, I’ll punish your filthy fucking mouth with my thick cock. Do you understand?”

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