Page 137 of Black Castle

“No—”

“Put your fucking ass down.”

The growl in his voice is enough to make her heart slam against her ribs. Her breath catches. Before she even registers it, she is sitting again, though as far away from him as the bed allows.

But she barely has time to settle into the new position as he is on her again. One hand grips her thigh, the other snaking around her waist, pulling her closer to his body.

“Come on, I’m exhausted, baby,” he whispers, and Vivienne shivers at the new nickname. “And I’m trying so hard to be nice to you.” His voice is smoke-laced with something darker.

His lips find the fluttering pulse beneath her ear, pressing a slow, intentional kiss. “Don’t push me tonight, ladybird. Don’t be naughty and make this harder than I want it to be.”

His teeth sink into her soft skin, sharp and possessive.

She yelps, the sting pulsing through her, her fingers clenching on his thigh. As if aware of the pain he has caused, he sticks out his tongue, soothing the burn with a slow, languid stroke.

“I don’t wanna flip a switch tonight,” he murmurs, lips brushing over the mark he just made. “I know you had a bad day. This is me trying to make you feel better.”

She shudders.

“Just take me home, Zev.”

“I will,” he grunts, placing open-mouthed kisses along her shoulder. “But not now.”

Dissatisfied with the limited access to her skin, he hooks the finger that holds the burning cigarette under the strap of her top, sliding it down her arm until the fabric barely covers her nipple.

“Zev,” she moans when his hand cups her full breast, her breath hitching as the glowing tip of the cigarette grazes her skin, leaving behind a gentle burn.

“Fuck, take it off.” He fixes the cigarette between his lips, hunger, and fire darkening his gaze.

“What?” she asks, breathless.

“Take it off or I’m ripping it.”

Her fingers hook under her hem, lifting the thin silk material over her head and tossing it aside.

Zev’s eyes trace the exposed curve of her body, lingering on her heaving breast. A slow, satisfied smirk tugs at his lips when he spots the faint burn mark left by his cigarette.

“Fuck.” His voice is a husky whisper as he lowers his head to her chest, tongue flicking out to lap at the burn. “You’re perfect.”

His fingers tighten around her breast, kneading with deliberate intent. “You know what I love about you?” His tongue flicks over the swollen nipple, dragging a moan from her lips. “Everything about you fits into my hands…and my mouth.

He kisses her, his free hand sliding into her hair, fisting it from behind. “Your lips.” He squeezes her breast again, tight, drawing another moan from her throat. “Your perfect pussy.” His fingers stroke between her thighs, his touch firm, knowing. Her breath shudders.

His smirk darkens. “You’re already wet, ladybird.”

“I need to—”

“Take the shorts off.”

“Zev—”

“Now!”

Lifting her hips, she wriggles out of her shorts, leaving herself bare to him.

“I hear couples do this thing where they watch movies together.” Something flickers in his eye, dark amusement laced with something more sinister.

She blinks, her body still strumming.

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