Page 39 of Vicious Hearts

He holds up a hand, and I fall silent.

“I went after him because he was yelling at you in the meeting,” he continues. “I planned to ruffle his feathers, but he goaded me. I don’t regret what I did for a second—just thinking about it now makes me fucking angry all over again.” He drops his head, kneading his temples with his fingertips.

“I dated him,” I say. “I never had sex with him, I swear. I wouldn’t let him touch me. That was the whole issue. He’s weird and creepy.”

He looks up at me, his eyes narrowing. His expression is so harsh, but I feel myself quicken, and I wonder if there’s something seriously wrong with me.

“Come here.”

I stand awkwardly before him, unsure of what to do. “You leftme, you know. You just went off and—”

“I’m sorry,charodeyka. I really am.” He takes my hand and drags me to my knees. “I thought you’d lied to me. Tell me who you belong to.”

“You.”

I shouldn’t say it. It’s twisted.

Ben is sixteen years older than me, with a vicious temper and a severe impulsivity problem. His behavior today only proves how dangerous he is.

But I’ve spent too long fantasizing about him, thinking about what he meant when he whispered filthy things to me on that stormy night. Whathis kind of roughmight be.

A firm hand. Tight grip. Slaps. Spanks. Bruises. All my holes filled, aching, ruined.

He undoes his zipper and sits on the edge of the seat, freeing his erection. The horny slut in my head takes the wheel.

Who needs a hero?she whispers.To get the attention of a good guy, you’d have to compete with things like conscience and honor and the greater good. Benedikt Voratov has no such distractions—all this man wants to do is fuck you in every hole and own you forever. In return, he’ll fight the world for you and lose no sleep over it.

Is Ben a monster?Possibly.He freaks me the fuck out. The way he talks, the things he does. The way his hands feel on my body.

But I love it.

He pulls the pins from my bun, and my hair unravels, falling over my shoulders. He gathers it together, bunching it up in his fist. He gets to his feet, his cock in his other hand.

“Did you let that guy touch you?” he murmurs, rubbing the swollen head on my lips. “Because I wasn’t around to give you what you needed, did you settle for him? Did he do this?”

He yanks my hair, making me gasp, and then his cock is in my mouth. He’s hard and hot, his girth stretching my lips. He lets go of his shaft and slaps the bulge in my cheek.

“Hard to speak with your mouth full, huh?” He buries both hands in my hair, digging his fingertips into my scalp, and I grip his thighs to keep my balance. “Let me help you, baby." I gasp as he pulls out of my mouth. "What would you like to say?"

"I never let Graham touch me," I gasp, trying to get my breath back.

“Good girl.” Ben slips a hand onto my chin, holding it in his fingers. He rubs his thumb on my lower lip as I look up at him. “I’m very pleased to hear that.”

He pivots from fury to tenderness so quickly, making me feel dizzy every time. He’s capricious yet fascinating, as damaged people tend to be.

He pushes his thumb into my mouth and grips my jawbone, pulling my mouth wide open. I gag hard as he shoves his cock against the back of my throat, coughing around it as he grinds against my tonsils.

“Get me good and slippery,” he says, pushing my head toward his hips. “You’re gonna ride my cock like the pretty little cumslut you want to be.”

I swear Idreamedabout him talking to me this way. Filled my mind with his voice, calling me dirty names as he claimed my body.

So many things we need to talk about, but everything has fallen clean out of my head. All I know is his surging hardness, filling my tender throat and dragging up thick saliva from deep within.

Ben releases my hair and grips my neck instead. He used his right hand before, but it’s the left this time, and I feel the pressure in all new spots. He lets go of my jaw and pinches my cheeks, bridging his massive hand over my mouth so he can slip his cock into the space between. I sigh as he slides his cock against my lips and nose, covering me in my drool and his pre-come.

I feel disgusting, but it’s amazing. He snarls and grunts as he pumps his hips, and I stick out my tongue, lubricating his length even more. I love how uninhibited he is—right now, it feels as though he’s ravenous for me. Like no other woman in the world could get him this worked up. And I barely did anything except what he told me to do.

Ben stops rubbing himself against my face and pulls me to my feet. He takes me by surprise by kissing me deeply as he tugs my skirt up to my waist.

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