Page 4 of Vicious Heir

My grandmother’s voice, silenced. The pressure of my dying family, totally gone. All the stress, the shoulder-hunching, jaw-clenching, tooth-grinding stress I hate so much,evaporated.

That’s what I really want.

“I can do that,” he says, leaning forward. His thumb slides along the lower edge of my mask.

I quickly put my hand on his. “Leave it,” I whisper, my lips parting.

He cups my chin and leaves the mask in place. “Alright then, Lucy. You want quiet? I’ll give you as much as I can for as long as you want it.”

Then he tilts my face toward his and presses his lips against mine.

Chapter 2

Lucy

His kiss is blistering heaven. It’s hotter than the orgy downstairs. There’s more steam in this one kiss than a month of boiling showers. He tastes like mint and whiskey and honey, and his tongue dominates me, both soft and probing.

Adriano knows what he’s doing.

And I have one second when I could stop this. I could pull back, tell him who I am, admit that I’m here for nefarious reasons. I’m supposed to watch him at the orgy downstairs. He’s my future husband, but he’s also my enemy.

I could do what I’m supposed to do and keep my dignity intact.

But that second passes, and I press myself against him with a needy whimper.

This isn’t how I wanted the night to go. I figured I’d sit back, observe, take notes, and leave early.

Instead, I straddle my future husband and grind down into his lap, moaning into his kiss.

He grips my hair with one hand and my ass with the other, easily flipping up the hem of my worthless dress. He squeezes, gripping me hard as his mouth dominates mine, his kiss and touch sending jagged waves of excitement and pleasure running down my spine. My cheeks tingle with how much I want him, and I gasp when he turns me and pins me down to the couch.

“You want silence,” he says as his weight pins me down. “But I have to make a confession.”

“What’s that?”

He kisses my neck, moving down to my chest. He pushes my spaghetti straps aside and palms my breasts before pulling the fabric down and sucking on my nipples. I arch into him, groaning with how good that feels.

“I’m very vocal.”

His words send a sharp excitement into my core. “What’s that mean?”

“I like to talk.” He licks my nipples as he yanks up my dress. He moves down between my legs, and I stare at him, wide-eyed. A man like this shouldn’t be going down on me. No, god, a man like him should be on a fucking Olympic pedestal somewhere.

Instead, he pushes aside my panties as he kisses my inner thigh.

“I don’t… ah… I don’t mind that.”

“Good.” He gets closer to my pussy. This is moving fast, but it’s not nearly fast enough. I’m aching for him so badly it hurts my head. “Because you taste perfect, Lucy.” His fingers tease my pussy, stroking me up and down. “And you look even better. Imagine the pleasant surprise when you showed up in my office looking like this.”

“Ah… I didn’t even mean to…” I grip his hair with one hand, the other stretched out languidly above my head. “I thought you’d be angry.”

“I was.” He kisses my pussy before using his tongue to lick up and down my slit slowly. It feels incredible. I’m breathing fast and my heart’s hammering, and all the chatter in my brain is dead silence.

There’s only him. There’s only Adriano.

“And you’re not mad anymore?”

“Not at all.” He licks my clit, going slow.

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