Pretty Sinner (The Oligarchs) - Page 67

“None of that was your fault.”

“I have a feeling I was a wrench in her plans even before I strangled her.”

I chewed on my lip. I hated hearing those words. But they meant something different now. I used to think he killed her because he was a monster, but now I realize he killed her to keep me safe.

Though he was still a monster. Those things weren’t mutually exclusive.

The light around Kaspar shifted yet again and I could see him clearly.

I kissed him. I stood on my toes to do it. He stooped down and I touched his face. I did it as gently as I could, afraid of hurting him.

He growled and shoved me back against the wall.

“Maeve has to die,” he said, kissing my neck, then chewing and teasing my lips with a wild fervor. “You know that now, right?”

“I see it,” I whispered as his hands pulled at my shirt then unbuttoned my jeans. “I’m afraid what’ll happen afterward. I’m afraid for my family.”

“We’ll worry about that later. Maeve is the more pressing concern.” He slipped a hand down the front of my jeans. I gasped as he bit my lower lip. I kissed him hard, losing my mind in a frenzy of need.

I wanted this. I needed this. Every time he touched my skin, it was like waking up from a long dream. I was pulled back into my body and suddenly all I could think about was him, and pleasure, and more.

I tossed back my head as he kissed my neck and slipped his fingers down between my legs to tease my soaking pussy.

Redmond’s men swarmed downstairs. If I wasn’t quiet, they’d hear me. I should’ve pushed him away and told him to wait.

Instead, I bit back my moans and unbuckled his belt.

To hell with Maeve. To hell with Redmond, and Erin, and my brother, and Roman. To hell with them all.

I’d been nothing but an afterthought all this time. Locked away in the manor, waiting for my family to tell me what to do.

I was done waiting. It was time to take what I wanted.

I grasped Kaspar’s hair and pulled him to me. We kissed passionately as he tugged off my panties. He spread my legs and I gasped as he dropped to his knees, burying his mouth on my pussy. His tongue was heaven, his lips were hell, and I wanted to get lost between them.

He did his filthy work and I wrapped one leg around his neck, back shuddering, breath panting. He took me right to the edge and threw me over in a spark of wild ecstasy as I came against his lips, but he wasn’t finished with me yet. He stood, made me kiss him, made me lick my pussy from his lips, before he turned me around and slapped my ass.

His fist gripped my hair and he slid his cock deep inside.

I moaned. I was crushed against the wall. His hands were iron manacles, keeping me locked up tight. His cock was a glowing, thrusting jolt of pleasure, and I moved my back against him, rolling my hips down his length.

He was incredible. Insatiable. I bit his fingers when he put them in my mouth to keep from moaning. He slid himself deep and hard inside and held me there, cock filling me to the furthest reaches of my cunt. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to my ear.

“I’ll burn the world down if you let me,” he whispered, his voice sultry and laced with lust. “But I’d be just as happy lying in bed with you. Worshiping your body. Teasing your skin. Making you moan. Hearing you come and tasting your pussy are my two greatest pleasures in life. Can you imagine how badly I’ve wanted this? Since the moment I saw you, and even worse since the moment I lost you, I’ve dreamed of having your touch.”

He filled me faster, deeper. He stroked in and out as my mind tingled with need. Little arcs of electric pulses rippled down my skin.

“I never should’ve hated you,” I said, looking over my shoulder. He kissed me and I reveled in his taste. “I was stupid and angry.”

“You were grieving. I can’t hold it against you.” He fucked me harder, rough, slow thrusts. “But now you know. I’m here for you, love. I’m here to take you, Penny.”

He fucked me then. I pushed against the wall, rolling my back. I wanted him to destroy me, to rip me into tiny pieces and leave me a torn wreck on the floor. My world was nothing but Kaspar, his hands, his cock, his growls. He fucked me over and over and I didn’t care who heard it, didn’t care who was outside of this small, empty room, because nobody else existed but him.

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