Page 43 of Mortal Desires

She whimpered, her scent perfuming the air. “Just do it, Vicious.”

“Stop pretending.”

She shook her head. “I’m not pretending anymore. Hating you has nothing to do with this.”

“I still want to hear you beg,” I whispered between her parted lips. “Cry for me, little witch.”

Her throat worked under my palm. “I need you to fuck me, Vicious.”

“More,” I growled like an animal, dropping her back to the floor, her neck already showing the marks from my hand.

“I can’t take it anymore. I need it.”

I backed her into the altar and she fell at once, opening her legs for me. I brought my hand under her dress, hissing under my breath when I realized she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

Her cunt felt drenched and soft to the touch. Pilar sucked in a breath and watched me with frightened eyes when I touched her for the first time. She’d waited for such a long time, poor thing.

I worked her slit and circled her clit making her moan and throw her head back.

“Mmm, that’s it, little witch.”

“Vicious, don’t play with me,” she begged yet again.

“Why not? You’re my favorite toy.” I worked her carefully, savoring the moment. “Open up for me.”

She did it at once, parting her legs to fit me in between. She looked around then, for the first time remembering everyone was watching us.

“Eyes on me.”

Her eyes returned to me and her shoulders relaxed again. I had no plans to take her clothes off. Now that she was here, I didn’t want to share her with the rest of the court. No one had the right to look at the soft skin underneath the intricate lacing of her bodice.

No one deserved to taste in the air the scent that lingered around her.

She was mine. All mine.

Without asking, I plunged two fingers inside and she moaned loudly, unable to stop herself. She gripped me like a vice, so tight my jaw worked trying to hold myself back.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, your cunt will only cry for me.”

Pilar gripped the arm working her and faced me straight on. “Stop talking,” she spat over gritted teeth.

I couldn’t stop my grin. “Tell me… when you come on my hand will you be calling out Vicious, my lord, or daddy?”

She laughed bigger than I ever saw her laugh. "I'll call you nothing as I leave you and head for the shower."

“I’ll fuck you there, too. There’s nowhere you can go where I can’t bend you over and take what belongs to me.”

She shivered and rasped, “Please…”

And the beast broke free.

He suddenly pulled his fingers out and I missed them terribly. I felt empty and needy, the please rolling off my tongue.

Before I could complain, he stepped in, pulled my legs up, and leaned forward making me lay back on the altar. He didn’t take my clothes off, and for that I was grateful.

Need took over my senses but from time to time I remembered we weren’t alone and my cheeks heated with the thought.

Vicious didn’t let me think for long.

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