Page 129 of Black Castle

He smirks, leaning in until his lips brush hers. “But you’re my whore.” His fingers pull from her pussy, only to push into her mouth.

“My pretty little slut…” He watches, eyes a mirror of mischief as she sucks greedily on his fingers, tasting herself, craving more. “Who is addicted to my tongue, my fingers, my fucking cock.”

“Yes, Vivienne Marchand, you’re Zev Raskovic’s little whore,” he growls, his arms tightening around her waist, lifting her up. Instinct takes over, her legs wrapping around him. And the moment she feels the thick, hard press of his cock at her dripping core, she braces.

“And as my little slut…” he groans, thrusting inside her. “This pussy will always be ready for me, only me.”

“Oh, god yes,” she cries, her head slamming against the glass as he pounds into her tight cunt, pleasure detonating through her, ripping her apart and putting her back together all at once.

“Keep those pretty eyes on me, ladybird,” he commands, slamming into her with ruthless precision. “Watch what your perfect pussy fucking does to me. Watch how utterly undone I am pulsing inside your perfect cunt. Can you see it?” He pulls out only to thrust harder, catching a gasp in her throat. “Can you see your fire consuming me?”

“Oh my god, yes, yes yes,” she moans, nails digging into his back, legs trembling.

“Not God, ladybird, say my fucking name,” he utters in a low growl, voice raw as he pounds into her, each thrust harder and rougher than the last.

“Zev,” she whimpers.

“Louder, ladybird. Let the sound shatter this glass if it has to. Fucking say my name.” His pace quickens, his muscles tensing. “I want my name on your pretty lips while I fill this pussy up with my come.”

“Zev,” she gasps, shattering around him, her hot releases gushing out, dripping all over his cock, splattering on the wet tiles.

His hips jerk, muscles tightening as he follows, spilling deep inside her. He groans, his body shaking as his head drops to her shoulder, breath hot against her skin.

“Five days,” he murmurs, lifting his face from her neck. “You have five days to convince me to leave you behind.”

His fingers tip her chin up, claiming her lips in a kiss that tastes like poison and possession.

“Five days, ladybird.”

Chapter Thirty-nine

Vivienne

“You know, I still can’t seem to shake it off.” Vivienne’s grip tightens around the strap of her backpack, her steps slow as they walk down the hall.

“Shake off what?” Kenji’s eyes never stray from his phone’s screen. They are about to make an arc down another hall, a little inch closer and he will bump his head into the wall.

Vivienne exhales a sigh, grabbing him by the arm and yanking him closer to her side. His head snaps up, eyes scanning the surroundings for threats before the realization dawns.

“Oh, shit!” He exhales, shoulders relaxing. “Thanks, man.”

Vivienne rolls her eyes. “Anyway, I said I can’t shake off the idea of being tracked somehow.” Her expression hardens as she spots Mr. Fadden slide into the classroom ahead—the same class she is currently heading.

“Well, It’s not your phone. I already checked.” Kenji finely pockets his device as they reach the classroom. “We should look into something else.”

The classroom is already packed, and the usual pre-lesson chatter is reduced to murmurs with Mr. Fadden already at the front of the class.

“Settle down, class.” His voice slices through the air as Vivienne and Kenji take their seats.

“So what do you think could have a tracker other than my phone?” Vivienne asks, her voice low as she subtly turns her head toward Kenji behind her.

“Earrings,” he murmurs. “But you don’t have a permanent one you wear other than your nose ring, and you can’t hide a tracker on the type you have on, so that leaves us with one more option…”

“And that is…?”

Kenji leans back, smirking. “Isn’t it obvious?”

“Well, what is it?” She glares at him, her lips pressed into a thin line.

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