Page 25 of Veiled Vengeance

“I’m sure I could make you come with one hand, Princess, but two would make you scream much louder for me.”

When she bites her lip and peers up at me through her lashes, I almost throw her down on the blankets and fuck her hard and fast. But I hold myself back, wanting to wring every drop of pleasure from that sweet as fuck body that has been teasing me from day one.

And with the way she’s looking at me now? She wants me just as bad.

Falling to my knees, I lift her shirt and kiss my way across her stomach. I kiss each bruise, each testament of her strength, each shred of evidence of all she has endured. She hums as her hands tangle in my hair and remove the hair tie securing my bun.

My fingers slip into the top hem of her pants and slip them down her silky-smooth legs, along with her panties. With her hands on my shoulders, she steps out of her pants and stares down at me. The fire burning in her gaze causes my hands to shake.

With her eyes locked on mine, she removes her top, revealing that she isn’t wearing a bra, but she covers her perfect breasts with her arm. My eyes drink in every curve, every bruise. I note each shiver as my eyes skim all the places I'm going to put my hands and my mouth.

I move a step towards her, but she holds up a hand, stopping me.

“Is it still a mistake?” Her question is whispered and tinged with insecurity.

That’s my fault.

Iplaced those thoughts in her head.Ineeded them there because if she doubted me, then I was safe. I could keep my distance.

But I can’t anymore. The distance was a fabrication of my mind. Since I met her, I haven’t been able to go a single day without laying my eyes on her—on her soft curves and open heart.

“You could never be a mistake, Princess.”

She finally drops her arm, exposing her peaked mauve nipples. I close the distance between us, and my hands skirt the outer swell of each breast and skim down her abdomen. Goosebumps rise in the wake of my touch.

When my eyes land on her glistening sex my restraint is annihilated.

My hands grip her hips, my fingers digging into her flesh. She gasps, and her pupils dilate at the slight bite of pain.

Noted.

I throw Spencer down onto the mound of pillows and blankets she put together, and she yelps. Once again, I ignore the twinge in my shoulder. Scrambling on top of her, I cover her mouth.

“You need to keep quiet unless you want everyone to hear and know exactly what we’re doing in here.”

Her eyes flare with arousal.

“Then again, maybe that’s exactly what you want.” Removing my hand from silencing her, I trace her lips with my fingertip. Unable to resist anymore, I smash my lips to hers. She returns my passion with an electricity of her own. My tongue eagerly invades her mouth when she opens up to me, and she swallows my unbridled groan.

My hands coast down her arms, encircling her wrists. Without warning, I bring her hands up above her head, giving them a slight squeeze. She arches into me, her perfect breasts scraping against the fabric of my shirt. Spencer clenches her thighs at the sensation.

No, no, no. That won’t do.

I need those luscious thighs wrapped tight around my waist.

“Stay,” I command, releasing her wrists. I sit back on my knees and wrench her legs apart. I gape down at her bare, pink sex. The scent of her arousal fills my senses as I inhale deeply.

If any more blood goes to my cock, I’m going to pass out.

“You’re killing me, Princess,” I growl.

Spencer’s cheeks pinken with humiliation, and she makes an attempt to close her legs.

That won’t do either.

I hold her legs firmly, keeping her spread for my viewing pleasure. Glancing around the room, I search for anything to help keep her open for me. But I come up with nothing.

Next time.

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