A Worthy Opponent (Wicked Villains 3)

“Your hand on the back of my neck.” Her voice comes out soft and slow. “Knowing that you directed everything they did to me. The fact you kept me tethered even in the midst of it all.” Her eyes fly open. “I mean the three cocks. The three cocks were my favorite.”

“Mmmm.” I resume my slow stroking, enjoying the ability to touch her however I please. She’s rocking against me, ever so subtly, but I doubt she’s aware of it. “It strikes me that you had three cocks and only one orgasm.”

She narrows her eyes. “It was one hell of an orgasm.”

“Yes. It was.” It had been downright fucking glorious to witness. Tink, shattered to pieces between three other people. Even with my cock shoved down Gaeton’s throat, it’d rocked me to my core. Knowing I was the cause, the one who’d orchestrated her pleasure … That was what drove me over the edge to my own orgasm.

I nudge her up a little and slip a hand between her thighs. “Tender?” Gaeton isn’t a small guy, and he wasn’t holding back earlier. None of them were.

“I can take more.”

Her eyes flutter as I slide three fingers into her pussy. “You will. Not tonight, though.” I stroke her slowly, watching her expression as I explore her. “Tonight was a special occasion for obvious reasons.” I press the heel of my hand against her clit. “The next cock you’ll have is mine. All you have to do is ask.”

She braces her hands on my shoulders, her nails digging in the tiniest bit as she rocks against me. “I’m never going to ask.”

“Yes you are.” I ignore her restless moving, a silent demand that I pick up my pace. “And when you do, I’ll let you ride me. Or I’ll bend you over the nearest piece of furniture and fuck you until you see the face of god.”

Her breath hisses out in a sound that’s somewhere between a laugh and a sob. “Bold words.”

“True words.” I still my touch.

Now she truly does whimper. “Please. Don’t leave me hanging again. I can’t stand it.”

I use my free hand to move us, toppling her down onto the couch and settling on top of her. “I won’t leave you hanging for the rest of the night, beautiful girl.” I don’t usually like playing the orgasm deprivation game, but it has its purposes. Like tonight, blending with the pain delivered by Malone and Beast, prepping Tink to take all three of them.

I can’t help kissing her. I don’t even bother to try to resist the impulse. I simply take her mouth. Part of me expects her to fight this like she’s fought everything else up to this point, so I’m surprised when she digs her hands into my hair and wraps her legs around my waist.

Maybe that’s why I forget myself and sink into the feeling of her tongue tangling with mine. Kissing her feels like coming home, which doesn’t make a damn bit of sense, but I’m too drugged on the taste of her to question it.

With her heels digging into my back, I thrust against her. I’d give anything in this moment to not have these fucking leather pants on, but a promise is a promise, and letting lust drive me is a mistake. Tink will try to top from the bottom if I give her an inch of leeway.

That’s why I break the kiss. I could spend hours memorizing the taste of her, the feel of her, but every second pushes me closer to forgetting myself.

I can’t allow it to happen.

Her whimper is music to my ears, and I waste no time sliding down her body and pressing her thighs wide. She’s wet and pink and perfect, and my first lick is heavenly.

“Oh fuck.” Her fingers touch my hair, but she hesitates.

She’s waiting for permission.

I lift my head enough to hold her gaze. “Hang on to me, beautiful girl. You’re going to need an anchor before I’m finished with you.”

She doesn’t need to be told twice. She digs her fingers into my hair and lifts her hips to my mouth. My second taste is even better than the first. I let myself sink into exploring her, my entire being focused on what touches draw that breathy little gasp from her lips. And then I keep doing it until she’s shaking and trying to wrap her thighs around my head. I keep her spread open and pinned in place, loving the way she pushes against me as she tries to ride my mouth.

When she comes, it’s with a soft cry that’s so vulnerable, I want to gather her up and shield her from the harshness of the world. A foolish desire, even if it wasn’t concerning this woman. No one is safe from the world, especially if they’re in my bed. Tink least of all. I’m part of the reason she’s not safe. I’ll hurt her. Not physically—I’ll cut off my right arm before I raise a hand to this woman—but I’m intentionally putting her in a position where she’s in danger.