Page 138 of Villainous Kingpin
“Please,” I hummed against his neck, my hips grinding against him. I’d ponder and regret my choices later. Right now, I needed him like a wilting flower craved sun and water. “Please, Bas. I need this.”
He groaned deeply, like my admission pleased him. He unclipped my bra and pulled it off. My breasts felt heavy as cool air brushed them. He pulled away, and his eyes skimmed over my breast with an almost reverent look. With something dark and possessive in his gaze that resembled madness. Maybe mine, possibly his.
He ran a thumb across my nipple, then leaned in and sucked a nipple into his mouth. A loud moan filled the room and my head fell back as I ran a hand into his hair, fisting it. He tugged on my sensitive nipple and I swore I felt the heat between my legs. He pressed the soft flesh of my breasts together, then bit, licked, and sucked from one to the other.
Flames curled low in my stomach and I grew wetter with each second.
“I can smell your arousal,” he groaned against my flesh. “I missed your smell so fucking much.”
“More,” I begged, grinding against his erection with a panting noise.
“You want it here?” he asked, his hand covering my pussy through the thin fabric of my panties.
A desperate moan and a nod of my head. “Please.”
His thumb slipped under the strap of my panties, tugging it down. Then he pressed his lips to my ear.
“Take them off for me,” he commanded. It didn’t even occur to me to object. With eager hands, I pushed my panties down my thighs, adjusting on his lap. A few times I accidentally ground, or not, against his hard erection and he released a ragged breath.
He stared at my pussy with a gaze as dark as midnight. My hands trembled as I put them on his shoulders, gripping the material of his suit.
“You are my fucking vice,” he groaned, his tone harsh. Like he hated that he found me desirable. “This little body belongs to me and nobody else.”
His hand ran up my thigh and around to my ass, pulling me harder against him. Then his fist tightened in my hair, tilting my face to his and his gaze hard.
“Say it.” His demand was ruthless,
His face came up to mine. Our lips were inches apart and our gazes drowned in each other.
I should fight him. Deny him. But there was no sense in lying to him, at least in this regard. “My body belongs to you and nobody else,” I breathed. “I’m yours.”
Always and forever.
He ran a thumb across my lips and I parted them, my tongue brushing against the tip of it. I held his gaze as we sat chest to chest. Heartbeat to heartbeat. He leaned in and brushed his lips down the length of my throat.
I tilted my head to give him more access, the move submissive. I didn’t care. I trusted him with my body. He might be the ruthless kingpin, my villain, but he knew my body better than even I did.
“You feel so good,” he groaned against my throat. The heat of his lips sent a sizzle between my legs. As if he knew it, his palm snaked between our bodies and pressed against my clit, applying the smallest amount of friction. His hand was rough, and I was already so damn close. I didn’t need much. I bit my lip to hold in a groan.
Bas watched his hand between my legs through his heavy lids. His palm moved at a tortuous grind against my clit, and frustration bubbled within. He knew exactly how to get me off, but he was withholding the pleasure on purpose.
“Stop fucking teasing me,” I snapped, glaring at him with my cheeks flushed. I wanted to get off and all he was doing was building my frustration.
His hand stilled, as if he was surprised by my fire, and after a second that stretched like hours, a low chuckle escaped him.
He nipped on my jawline in punishment, then lifted his dark eyes to mine. The hint of darkness tainted his next words. “What happened to my sweet principessa?”
“She died,” I breathed. It felt like a part of me had truly died that day.
“You want to come?” he rasped darkly. I nodded and he slipped two fingers through my wetness and pushed them inside of me.
I arched my back, dug my nails into his shoulders, and groaned in pleasure. This was rougher than anything before, yet the pleasure was enhanced by the pain. He slid his thick fingers in and out, both of us breathing raggedly.
“When I take you again, I’m going to be rough,” he said harshly.
His words only seemed to spark a fuse inside me and adrenaline unfurled in my veins like a shot of a powerful drug, as he thrust his fingers back into me. He hit the spot deep inside me. My body shuddered and my eyes rolled back as my insides clenched greedily around his fingers.
Hot pressure expanded and I squeezed my eyes tightly shut, reaching for those heights. Bas smacked my ass with his other hand. My eyes shot open to find his darkened gaze on me, passionate and deep.
