Page 180 of Filthy Lies

The balcony overlooks the entire resort. Anyone could look up and see the CEO and his wife, naked under the Costa Rican moon. Anyone could witness how I fucking worship her.

I dare them to.

I grip her throat, not squeezing yet, just establishing dominance. Her pulse hammers against my palm. “Touch yourself,moya zhena,” I command. “Let me see how wet you are for a killer.”

She obeys instantly, one hand sliding down her stomach to the apex of her thighs. Her fingers part her slick folds and reveal a glistening pink that makes my mouth water. She strokes herself slowly, deliberately, putting on a show.

“Soaking,” she confirms, bringing her fingers to my lips. “Taste what you do to me.”

I suck her fingers into my mouth to taste her arousal—tangy, sweet, familiar. My grip on her throat relaxes as I release her fingers with an obscene pop. “My turn.”

I drop to my knees, dragging her to the edge of the balcony rail. Her scent hits me first—that perfumed musk that’s driven men to war for centuries. I spread her wider.

“Mine,” I growl before burying my face between her legs.

The first stroke of my tongue makes her gasp. The second makes her moan. By the third, she’s threading her fingers through my hair, holding me against her core. I devour her, alternating between deep strokes and targeted flicks against her clit.

“Fuck, Vince,” she pants as she rolls her hips against my face. “Right there. Don’t stop.”

I have no intention of stopping. Not until she’s trembling, until she’s begging, until she remembers exactly who she belongs to.

I seal my lips around her clit and suck hard, slipping two fingers inside her at the same time.

Her back bends as she cries out. I curl my fingers forward, seeking that spot inside her that makes her crumble. When I find it, her entire body convulses.

“That’s it,” I murmur against her flesh. “Come for me. Let everyone hear who’s making you scream.”

Her thighs clamp around my head as she comes undone. I work her through it, relentless, until she’s pulling at my hair, oversensitive and gasping.

Then I rise and replace my mouth with my hand. I continue to stroke her as I claim her mouth in a bruising kiss. She tastes herself on my tongue, moaning into me as I press a third finger inside her.

“Now, you,” she demands, reaching for my cock.

I swat her hand away. “Not yet. I’m not done playing.”

I lift her from the rail and turn her to face the view. The drop beneath us is dizzying, the resort lights twinkling like earthbound stars. I press her forward until she’s bent over the rail, ass in the air, completely exposed.

“Look at you,” I growl, running my hand down her spine to the curve of her ass. “The mighty Rowan Akopov, bent over like a slut. What would our board of directors think if they could see you now?”

She looks back at me over her shoulder, eyes heavy-lidded with desire. “They’d think I’m the luckiest woman alive.”

I smack her ass hard enough to leave an immediate red handprint. “Lucky? To be fucked by a monster?”

“Bymymonster,” she corrects. “The only one who knows what I really need.”

I reach around to stroke her clit again. My other hand wraps around my cock, stroking slowly, teasingly, letting her feel it brush against her entrance without pushing in.

“You want this?” I ask. “You want to be split open on my cock while the whole fucking world could be watching?”

“Yes,” she hisses. “Please, Vince.”

I withdraw my hand from her clit, bringing my fingers to her mouth. “Suck,” I order. “Get them nice and wet.”

She takes my fingers eagerly, tongue swirling around them, coating them with saliva. When I pull them out, they’re glistening. I trace a path down her spine, between her cheeks, until I find her puckered back entrance.

“Here, too?”

Her breath hitches. “Yes. Everywhere. All of me belongs to you.”

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