My Wicked Heart (Wicked Poison 2)

August Trouble could cause me a severe injury, of that I am sure.

My lips move, and soon, he kisses me back, then his hands find their way around my hips, and he lifts me up, so my legs wrap around his waist.

He kisses me like our last goodbyes weren’t enough.

That this one will be it.

He moves, and I am helpless to stop him and don’t plan to as he walks us inside, kicking the door shut behind him as we go.

I feel him harden beneath me and know I won’t be leaving anytime soon. He breaks the kiss, but I won’t let go. I pull back to watch him watch me as if he’s saving the vision of me to his memory bank.

I probably look like a mess, but the look he gives me makes me think otherwise.

I offer a small smile before I lean forward and kiss the side of his mouth with urgency.

He lays me down so my back hits the old couch, and he stands above me. I stay where I am and watch as he pulls off his shirt, followed by his boots. Then his hands fall to his belt, and he slips it through the belt loops.

He smirks when it’s in his hands and pulls me up, moving my arms to my back while he kisses my neck, then he reaches behind me and ties my hands.

When he’s done, he drops his dark jeans to the floor, and I get to take him all in.

The perfect curves of his face, to his rippled stomach, to the delicious V that leads to another part of his body that’s currently standing at full attention.

August lets me soak him in before he turns and walks off. I hear the rattle of drawers before he comes back with a knife in his hand and he pushes me back on the couch. I should be scared, but with him, I never am. He leans forward, showing his teeth as he nips at my bottom lip, then pulls it between his own teeth, sucking before releasing and pulling back up. His hands fist my dress, and he pulls it away from my skin before the knife comes between my legs, and he starts cutting it from my body.

I don’t stop him. I like the way his hungry eyes eat me up as he cuts the fabric all the way up to my underwear. His eyes find mine as his hand skims the top of my panties teasing me with his touch. He leans down and blows hot air on my lace panties and then kisses me just there, my legs still closed, before he pulls back up and starts cutting again.

He drags the knife up, so it slices all the way past my stomach, rending the dress and exposing me to him. I have no bra on, as the dress was tight enough that I didn’t need one.

August drops the knife to the floor, gets down on his knees in front of me, and starts dragging his fingers over my body, exploring me. I squirm, wanting him to touch me more, not tease me. When I begin to buck, he places his hand on my stomach and pushes me back down, shaking his head before he resumes his torture. When I start to move again, he grips my underwear and tears them away from my body, then drives my legs apart so he is between them, still kneeling on the floor, and pushes them open.

I feel the cold air hit me, followed by his mouth. He kisses me there before his mouth opens and his tongue dances with my clit.

I close my eyes and let him have me, my hands still tied behind my back as he inserts a finger pushing it in and flicking it inside me. His mouth never leaving my clit. I start moving my hips, and his other hand joins in, sliding between my ass cheeks so now he is in both areas. He looks up at me to make sure I am still okay before he resumes his sensual torture.

And boy does he. Soon, really fucking soon, after his mouth starts moving again, I come. My body shaking and my eyes closing as he makes me come with his hands and mouth.

Anderson could never do that.

I feel him back away from me, but I’m too high from the orgasm to stop him or even call for him to come back.

When I manage to open my eyes, he pulls me up gently, unties my hands, and sits next to me on the couch, his cock still hard. His hands fall to the back of the couch, and he sits there like a fucking king.

A very naked one at that.

I pull myself off the couch and look down at him. He still hasn’t said a word to me, and I’m guessing he won’t.