Page 37 of Undeniably Corrupt
“Are those your only conditions?”
“It has to be a good orgasm. Nothing bullshit, half-assed, or lazy.”
He sucks my lower lip between his teeth and into his mouth without kissing me. “Do you not remember how I do this?”
Oh, I do. I do. It’s why I can’t say no. We were teenagers, but he lived to get me off. Imagine what adult Vander can do. “Meh.”
“Sweet angel. You’ll be seeing stars by the time I’m done with you.”
His thumb presses into my clit, and my grip on him tightens. Holy hell. Whatever that is, I need more of it.
“Then we have a deal.”
“Perfect.” He tugs himself away from me and lowers to his knees. Before I can make sense of what he’s doing, his hands slide my skirt up my thighs. “Spread your thighs for me, Angel.”
“What? No.”
“You agreed to let me make you come, but you never specified how I was allowed to do it. Now spread your thighs before I do it for you.”
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Don’t ask me what I’m doing because I don’t have a logical answer other than I’m pissed off. A fake FBI agent came to my doorstep, and I don’t know if Liora’s setting me up or is in some kind of danger or both. And perhaps she hit a little too close to home with the obsession stuff. I might be a bit… obsessed. Or infatuated, since that’s a healthier term.
After Vega left, I went down the rabbit hole ofwhat the absolute fuckwhile still having more questions than answers. But with that, I devised a plan. I was going to get Liora on my bike and straight up ask her since she’s been nothing short of evasive.
Now here I am, not trusting her, angry as fuck, but wanting this more than my next breath and not caring if it’s stupid or not.
I spend too much time thinking about her, and I think part of that is how drastically off course her life has gone since I walked out of it. It’s guilt. Nothing more. But now this guilt has me not only employing her but also on my knees in the garage of my building, where literally anyone could find us.
The cold concrete digs into my knees, my expensive pants collecting dust and grime. The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting Liora’s face in a harsh glow that doesn’t diminish her beauty but somehow makes it sharper, more dangerous. Her blonde hair falls around her perfect tits, and her eyes—those same eyes that once looked at me with teenage adoration—now regard me with something between contempt and hunger.
We shouldn’t be doing this.Ishouldn’t be doing this.
I don’t trust her, and what little trust I was starting to build with her is now gone. But that doesn’t change the fact that I don’t know how to stop wanting her.
I’m going to be late for my meeting too, but it’ll be worth it to have the taste of her pussy on my lips all afternoon. I was going to finger fuck her but her skin… fuck, her skin might just be the best thing ever. And truth be told, I’ve wanted to do this since I saw her on that fucking stage.
Since I walked out on her ten years ago and had angel wings inked on my skin.
She’s been it. The one girl to get me in a place no one else has.
“I…” She stares down at me with those impossible blue eyes, wary and uncertain, but so damn turned on it makes my cock pulse. Not jerking off to this tonight will be torture.
My hands hit her thighs, her skirt bunched up to reveal the black, lacy thong I had just been feeling. I caught a glimpse when I startled her and she fell, but up close, she’s too perfect for words.
“Just so we’re clear, if you weren’t about to straddle my bike in this skirt, I would rip these right off.”
Though the thought of her bare pussy on the seat of my bike, feeling the vibrations of the engine rumbling into her… Christ, I’m so fucked now. I would lick the leather to taste that.
Her breath hitches as my face dives right in, and I take adeep inhale. And yeah, she still smells the same here too.Fuuuck. This might end up backfiring on me. I was going to eat her out so I’d get the imagery of it—along with her—out of my system. But damn, is her cunt delicious.
I don’t pull down her panties because I’ll be too tempted to keep them. Instead, I hold them to the side and take a look at her. So pretty. And motherfucking tight as my fingers push back into her.
“Vander,” she mutters anxiously, looking around. There are cameras in here but not in this corner. I know because I’ve been meaning to fix that but haven’t gotten around to it yet. An oversight I’m grateful for.
“I’ve got you. It’s just us.” I hope.
My tongue swirls her clit, and her hand dives into the top of my hair and pulls, wrenching a groan straight from me. Shit do I like that.
