Page 73 of Wicked Villain

He continues thrusting, teasing the pleasure out of me. Once I stop shaking, he pulls his finger out and dips it into his mouth, sucking off my juices.

“Delicious, malyshka.” He dips his finger back into my wetness, circles my clit, then holds it near my lips. “Taste yourself, the way I taste you.”

My eyes widen, and though I want to protest, I already know there’s no point.

The devil owns me now.

And part of me wants to be owned.

Chapter

Sixteen

Lev

My lips twist into a sly grin as Gabrielle draws my finger into her hot little mouth and licks off her arousal.

I take in her beautiful naked body sprawled across the table, waiting for me to feast on her.

Those perfect breasts, firm with tight dusky-pink nipples, strain toward me, daring me to taste.

Her eyes hold mine, wide with anticipation, then she glances at my obvious straining hard-on and stares at me as if I’m going to eat her. I want to do more than that.

I want her. I want to fuck her pretty little cunt. I want to possess her. To own her. To claim her and leave my mark on her virgin body.

Women throw themselves at me all the time. I have my pick of the flock. But with her… All I have to do is look at my wife’s perfect body with those fuckable tits and those pillowy lips, and within five seconds, I want to be buried deep inside her.

There’s no point trying to lie to myself or talk my head out of the obvious. Not even the fact that she’s Corrado’s daughter can put me off like it should.

Temptation grows by the day, deep and potent like aged whiskey.

And now, as I stare at her, my fucking blood is surging into my cock and I’m as hard as stone. Every muscle in my body is tense, urging me to take her raw and hard.

But that’s not what tonight is about.

Tonight was a lesson she needed to learn. And yes, it was my twisted way of teaching her not to fuck with me, but I got caught in my own trap.

Now that I have a taste of her, I want more. Not yet, though.

Not yet.

So, I release her and move away.

“Get your clothes on and go back to bed.” My rough command jolts her, pulling her from the sexual haze.

She blinks as if trying to understand what I’m saying, then it lands and she catches herself.

In the moonlight, her skin flushes. Like everything else on her, it’s a pretty sight.

Embarrassed and utterly humiliated, she scrabbles off the table, almost falling over as she grabs her clothes. Her hands are trembling so much, she barely manages to put them on. Then she rushes away, not looking back, leaving me with a bad case of blue balls. It’s my own damn fault.

I stare at the empty trail she left behind.

I knew she wasn’t going to kill me. I also knew what she was up to from the other day, so I set a trap for her.

Zoya told me what happened, though she was surprisingly on Gabrielle’s side. She felt I owed my wife some reassurance, because she’s old school.

Zoya’s used to working for people like my parents, who got married because they were madly in love. She herself married for love and was with her husband until he took his last breath.