Page 91 of Worse Than Wicked
I shiver. “Yes.”
“More than you love Colt?”
“Yes.”
“More than you love Baron?”
I swallow hard. “Are you Baron?”
“Do you think I am?”
“You could be tricking me, to find out who I love more.”
“I could be.” He grins. “You’d never know. I know how crazy that makes you.”
“I’m not crazy.”
“Do you love me more than Baron?”
This time, I don’t argue. I nod. “Yes.”
“Good girl,” he says, running his hands up my thighs. He mashes his thumb over my clit, and the bundle of nerves comes alive. My thighs quake, and he smiles wider, doing it again.
“Are you high?” I whisper.
He shakes his head. “Not this time.”
His thumb continues stroking relentlessly, until pulses of pleasure ripple all the way down my legs, up my back.Gooseflesh explodes over my skin, and my inner walks clamp down on him.
He moans, lifting his hips, grinding up into me. “Cum for me, Duchess.”
I don’t want to, but I do. My body wants it, even as my mind recoils with the same kind of disgust Baron feels for me when I do. Duke watches me, holding me pinned and winding me higher, tormenting my clit until I cry out helplessly. My thighs clench, my back arches, and my hips jerk in spasms as I shatter. My walls grip him, holding him close and bathing him in my release as darkness dots my vision.
I scrunch my eyes closed so I don’t have to see his smug grin when I’m done.
Duke goes on for a few more minutes before he finishes too. Then he rolls us over so we’re facing each other on the bed. He’s still inside me, and I have to fight not to show my revulsion at the feeling of him softening inside me, thick and wet.
“Maybe if I keep you plugged up, I’ll finally get a baby in you,” he says.
My heart tears the way it always does, but I don’t say anything, don’t tell him there will never be a baby. He blames himself for enough without knowing he took that from me—and from himself.
“You know,” I say, stroking his cheek. “You always ask if I love you. But you never tell me you do.”
“Of course I love you,” he says. “How can you doubt it?”
“I don’t know,” I say. “You’re… Different. Do you still want to be with me? Or are you just doing it for Baron?”
“Of course I want to be with you.”
“You never did anything to prove it,” I point out, my voice low.
He draws back. “Like what? Kill someone?”
“I mean… You were supposed to kill Jane to begin with. Baron’s proven what he’ll do for us a few times since we found out he failed. But we knew from the start you did, and no one ever asked you for more.”
“I do illegal shit for us all the time,” he says. “I ran the operation all year.”
“Yeah,” I say. “But that’s for Baron. You’ve never did anything to prove you wanted me.”
