Page 73 of Wicked Lord

Cordelia, the girl I claimed to be head over heels for, seemed like a distant fantasy, a dream I once had. While Lorelei was here with me now.

Someone I could touch.

Something real.

I wanted to fuck her.

Not someone else. Her. Lorelei.

My brain was full of sex and desire, and as I rubbed my cock between her legs, the towel barely hanging onto my hips, she released a quiet moan.

“This is a bad idea, right?” Her words came out in choppy pants. “You should let me go.”

More of her tantalizing scent inundated my senses as I rested my forehead on hers, our lips almost brushing.

“Do you want me to stop?” When Lorelei remained silent, I pushed aside her panties and skimmed my finger over her pussy. “You’re dripping for me, blondie.”

“We’ve been pretending to date.” She whimpered as I teased her entrance. “It’s only natural to be attracted to you. But it’s all superficial. I don’t actually want you.”

I slowly pushed my finger inside her, ready to back off if she said the words.

Instead, Lorelei grabbed my arm to keep me right where she wanted me, her nails digging in. The pain didn’t bother me. Hell,she could claw my whole damn arm to shreds if it made her happy.

Maybe we were both just horny as fuck and needed a release. This didn’t have to be anything more. I’d had plenty of casual hookups.

I was seriously losing my damn mind.

“It’s okay, baby. I’m not going anywhere until you’re coming all over my hand.” My mouth fell on hers, my tongue shoving inside and greeting hers with sensual swirls.

I wanted to inhale every bit of Lorelei Battenberg and feel her shatter into a million pieces from my touch. If I didn’t unleash this pent-up lust that had been building ever since I broke things off with Cordi, I’d explode.

One time. I just needed this one little fix, and then we’d go back to pretending.

CHAPTER 30

THIS WAS BAD

Lorelei

Oh, this was bad, this was so fucking bad.

But with Axel’s tongue rammed down my throat, I couldn’t force the wordstopout. Not to mention those wicked fingers stroking my clit. Damn, he felt so good. We’d been dancing around this thing growing between us for weeks, and I honestly didn’t have the willpower to fight it anymore.

It was raging hormones. Simple attraction. That was it.

All this fake dating was starting to work too well.

So when a moan slid through my lips instead of the “no, this is a really bad idea, Ax,” that sat perched on the tip of my tongue, I went with it. My hips grinded against his palm, desperate for more friction. As if plucking the thought from my mind, he yanked down my panties before his thumb circled my clit, providing just what I needed as his finger plunged deeper inside me.

Holy hell.

This guy’s fingers were like magic. Or had it just really been that long since I’d gotten off? I hadn’t hooked up with a guy since Killian and that was months ago.

Somehow, the cold, hard, impersonal touch of my vibrator paled in comparison to the warmth and skill of Axel’s fingers. And that tongue… His fiery kisses stole the breath from my lungs and left me needy and wanting more.

I looped my arms around his neck and groped the hard planes of his shoulders. His free hand cradled my neck, fingers diving into the hair at my nape. He angled my head to deepen the kiss, devouring every inch of my lips. He kissed me like I was the air he needed to breathe.

“Mmm, blondie, you taste incredible…” he groaned against my mouth.