Page 48 of Midnight Wedding

“How did you know? I thought you left.”

“I monitor my network.”

“I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

“I’m going to punish you now. You’re too curious for your own good.”

“What? Arsen, wait. How did you even?—”

But his hand wraps around my throat as he buries my mouth with his. I gag and whimper into his kiss, squirming against his powerful body. My heart’s racing into my head. How did he get in here? I know I closed and locked the door. I would’ve heard if he opened it. It’s like he appeared out of nowhere, when I swear he went back to work a couple hours ago.

He tugs my hair, opening my mouth more. His tongue plunges against mine. His other hand moves down my body and roughly shoves my legs open. The book topples down to the floor, thepages splaying open. He yanks my leggings down enough for him to slip his palm over my pussy.

“You need to be more discreet now, Lena,” he says as his fingers slip past my panties and glide up and down my pussy.

God fucking shit. I’msoaked.

Some part of me hoped I’d have at least a little dignity.

Instead, the bastard can appear from thin air, grab my hair, call me naughty, shove his fingers in my mouth, and still get me fucking crazy aroused.

Yep, fucked up. Beyond belief, really.

His fingers slide inside of me and I shiver with bliss. I don’t care if I’m a broken weirdo. He feels so good, I can’t help myself.

“Discreet… isn’t really… my thing.” I bite his lower lip and moan when he pulls my hair in response. He licks my nose ring and smirks as he buries his fingers deeper into my pussy.

“Learn,” he says.

Then he slides his fingers back out and shoves them in my mouth.

I whimper as I suck myself off him. He groans in obvious ecstasy, staring at me as my tongue rolls around in a sloppy circle. He yanks off my leggings and shoves me back against the window. It’s cold on the back of my neck. I reach up, bundling my hair on top of my head, as he drops to his knees in front of me and roughly yanks my panties aside.

His tongue is silky heaven. He laps me, top to bottom, and I’m totally lost.

No, I’m totallyhis.

I gasp, back arching. My hips grind into his mouth. He sucks, sloppy and wet, going fast as his tongue slides inside of me and back out again. His fingers slip in deep and I’m done, I’m so freaking done, and all I can do is grind into him and beg him to keep going.

“You want to come for me, filthy fucking girl?” he growls, grinding his fingers in knuckle-deep. It’s making this obscene wet noise and it’s driving me fucking wild.

“Please,” I moan, mouth hanging open. “Just keep fucking going.”

“I love it when you talk to me like that.” He leans forward and bites my lower lip. “I want you to get more piercings for me.”

“What the fuck?”

“Lip. Tongue. Eyebrow.” His thumb begins to stroke my clit as his fingers grind in deep. “Tell me you’ll give me what I want.”

“You want… me to get…piercings?” I’m so freaking cooked I can barely think straight. “Seriously?”

“I like the nose. I want more.Do it for me, Lena.”

“Oh my god.” My eyes roll back. My legs shake. His mouth envelopes my clit and that just about wrecks me. “Eyebrow. Eyebrow next. You sick bastard.”

I come on his mouth, and it obliterates me. I grab his hair and pull it tight, but he doesn’t seem to mind one bit, even though I’m pretty sure I’m going to rip a clump out. I come so hard I see spots and stars dance across the edges of my vision. And whenI’m done, I fall backwards, gasping for breath. Sweat trickles down between my tits and into my belly button.

“Good girl,” he says, patting my cheek with wet fingers. I nuzzle into him like a cat. “An eyebrow piercing will look good on you.”

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