Vicious Minds (Children of Vice 4)
Again, she leaned in closer, licking her pink lips before saying, “You aren’t the only one. So why should I make you a priority?”
“Because you already have. Or do you wake up two hours before opening every day for just anyone?” I asked, brushing a strand of hair back from her face.
She hung her head and chuckled softly to herself. “You’re right. I’m attracted to you…danger and all. But I’m a very jealous, conniving, possessive, and unforgiving person.”
“So?”
“So, I need one day.” She sat back in the chair. “Where your attention is on me and only me. So I can fuck you out of my system and not feel like the poor girl you jilted afterward.”
“Only one day?” I clarified.
“One full day.” She rubbed her foot against my thigh, her toes brushing against my cock. “Nothing more, nothing less.”
“Then my villa is—”
“No.” She interrupted me. “You want to fuck me up and down your private villa and escort me out afterwards? No thank you. Find a hotel that is up to your standards and book for the day. That way whoever wakes up first can leave. Unless you’re scared you’re not going to be safe and I’m leading you into a trap.”
Rising from the chair, her grey eyes boldly roamed over my body. I wanted to know what made her think and act like this.
“A car will pick you up at midnight tomorrow night. I do hope the good Lord forgives me for stealing you from Wednesday mass.”
“That’s why he’s the good Lord. He forgives everything,” she retorted, standing up and moving closer, her lips directly over mine and neither of us looking away. She grinned and instead of kissing my lips, she bit my ear and whispered, “Make sure to get a room with a good view…I’ve always wanted to be fucked against up glass.”
Pulling away, she gave me a wink before walking back towards the kitchen, leaving me standing there hard as nails.
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Wednesday, June 27th
She stepped in to the suite in an off-the-shoulder white dress, which hugged every inch and curve of her body. Her hair was in soft waves and I noticed the only jewelry she had on was a small cross resting over her breasts. She didn’t bother wearing much make up, and I could clearly see the small birthmarks scattered across her chest. How anyone could look so divine and sinful at the same time was a wonder of the world.
“Hello, boss,” she whispered, apparently dropping the ‘man’ now. Seems we were getting close. But I needed to be closer.
Reaching up and cupping the side of her face, I brushed my thumb over her lips and she closed her beautiful eyes. “Tell me now what you won’t do…because when I start, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.”
She kissed my thumb, raising her gaze to mine, her eyes full of lust. “Fuck me as if I’m your own personal whore…but don’t you dare treat me like one when we’re finished. If you leave money, I’ll find you and hurt you. Am I clear?”
“Crystal.”
“Brilliant. You can begin.” She took a step back, stepping out of her heels and tossing her purse to the side. Slowly she pulled down the zipper of her dress, the fabric swishing and skimming her curves as it fell and pooled at her feet. She was naked before me, and she was stunning. All smooth skin and generous curves, her full breasts tipped with pink, nipples straining for my touch.
“Ah…” she moaned as my thumbs grazed over them. If a simple touch could affect her like that, I needed to see what else I could do. “Oh.” She bit her lip as I pinched the sensitive skin. I pulled on one taut nipple, watching her breast bounce as I let go.
Kissing the side of her face, I made my way down her neck as I reached between her thighs, finding her slick and hot for me. I spread her pussy lips and slid my middle finger into her. Her mouth dropped open, her whole body going limp in my arms. “You’re going to have to stay strong because there is so much I need to punish you for.”
“Punish?” she gasped, clenching her thighs around my hand, ground down on my finger.
“All those times you raised your voice to me. You argued with me…even in front of my men.” I kissed her full lips, pulling away as she began to soften. She glared at me. “Save that look too…I haven’t even begun to torture you yet.”
Pulling my finger from her heat, I held it to her mouth. “Taste yourself.”
She parted her lips, sliding my finger into her mouth and sucking, licking up and down, until I pulled away, my breath quickening. She noticed and grinned devilishly.
“If I’m going to be tortured, you’re going to be tortured with me—” I couldn’t take it anymore. Placing my hands on each side of her neck, I angled her jaw and crushed my lips to hers, my tongue commanding as it entered her mouth.
She was too fucking good to be true, but I couldn’t question it...I didn’t want to question it. I just needed to be with her.
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