Wicked and True (Wicked & Devoted 4)

But he did.

Cursing, Zy tore free from her body and lunged to the side of the bed before he gripped her hips, pulled her to the edge of the mattress, and covered her pussy with his tongue again.

If she’d been wet before, now she was dripping. He closed his eyes and savored the sweet-tart taste of her surrender, thrilled as fuck when she keened out his name so loud he was shocked it didn’t rattle the windows or wake the baby.

He licked and nipped at her clit mercilessly, feeling his way up her body to pinch her distended nipples. She gasped, her breath catching hard in her throat.

Zy looked at the bounty of her body spread out before him, at her pink cheeks and her eyes glowing with need. God, he’d love to forget all the reasons he couldn’t simply lose himself inside her. Who would know if he kept her in bed all weekend, naked and under his cock, so she could never tell his enemies the “plan” and fuck him over?

But then he’d never know who or what she valued more than the man who’d planned to put a ring on her finger and love her for the rest of her life. If he didn’t let this play out, he’d never be able to board up his heart.

Under his relentless tongue, the little bud between her legs quickly swelled and hardened again. She screeched out high-pitched pleas and raked her nails across his scalp.

“Zy! Oh, my god… I’ve never”—she panted—“ever felt anything… Oh! Yes…” she moaned. “Ahhh! So good.”

She was about to come again. Not that Zy was patting himself on the back. Sure, he fucking loved that he owned her right now, but he wouldn’t congratulate himself on a job well done until he got the information he needed.

His fucking heart had other ideas, shouting at him to stop playing games and talk to her. To assure her that she could tell him anything and that, together, they could fix any issue. But that ship had sailed; he was no Pollyanna. He needed to swallow the bitter pill that Tessa hadn’t even tried to talk to him, just chosen to fuck him in every way she could.

He could do the same.

As she surged toward another peak, Zy pulled back, flipped her over, shoved her to her hands and knees, then plunged his cock deep. At his invasion, she cried out, fisting the sheets.

Tessa was tighter in this position. Still, he fucked her like a madman, rattling her bed and her body with the force of each thrust.

It was goddamn January, and sweat dripped from his forehead and rolled down his back. A sheen of it covered her skin, looking so peachy by the candlelight. The narrow nip of her waist, the delicate line of her spine, the graceful curve of her shoulders… She was a work of art. Hips flaring, thighs trembling, ass cushioning his every stroke…yeah. He wanted to possess all of her. He wanted her to be his for the rest of his life. But since that didn’t look possible, he was going to make sure she regretted him like hell.

He reached under her and settled his fingers over her clit, rubbing in controlled circles.

“Zy!”

“Like it when I fuck you?”

“Ah…yes!” Her cunt tightened on him. Her clit turned to stone. “Please…”

“I love to hear you beg,” he said roughly in her ear. “Get used to that.”

He was going to do what it took to hear her desperate, breathy pleas every chance he got before he had to tell the bosses she was a gorgeous, lying sellout.

Then, to make her even more mindless, he slowed his thrusts and lightened his touch on her bud.

Right on cue, she twisted, hips thrusting, seeking more. “Zy, please… Please!”

Tessa might be able to pretend sweetness and loyalty and giving a shit. But she couldn’t pretend desire like this. Right here, in this bed, he was forcing her to be fucking honest with him about something, by god.

The problem was that undoing her undid him. His head might know she was the enemy…but his cock hadn’t gotten the memo. Neither had his stubborn heart, which kept insisting he break down the walls between them and talk to her.

Fat fucking chance now.

Her pussy tightened. Her breath stuttered. Zy rolled Tessa to her back, forced her thighs wider, grabbed her ass in both hands, and rammed deep inside her again. “Look at me.”

She shuddered as he growled against her mouth, teeth bared, and fucked his way harder into her. But she obeyed, opening her eyes. They glowed as they revealed her soul to him. Of course her pupils dilated and her body raced for the climax he dangled just out of reach. But when he really looked at her, he saw anxiety, need…and love.