Page 41 of Wicked Spite
“Your obsession with fire is fucking concerning. You can’t solve everything with matches.” I grab her up, pushing my body into her at her words.
“You act tough,” I mutter, my voice a low rumble as I press her harder against the sink’s edge. “But we both know what you really want.” My hand slides up her thigh, fingers catching on a small tear in her fishnets.
“You’re just a virgin playing at being tough,” she taunts, but there’s a flicker of desire in her eyes.
I smirk, tracing the intricate web of ripped stockings with my hand. “Only two-thirds a virgin,” I purr, then lean in close enough to inhale her in so my nose is full of mint, musk, and the ocean. “I’ve fucked plenty of mouth holes.”
Her laugh is dark and throaty, a challenge. “Great. You’re an expert at blowjobs. Do you want a medal?”
I grab the waistband of her skirt, yanking it up roughly. “No,” I snarl, ripping apart the fragile netting around her thighs with one swift motion. Her gasp fuels me. “I want your taste.”
The sound of tearing fabric echoes in the small room as I rip away her panties next, exposing her to my touch. My fingers find their way between her legs, feeling how wet she already is for me.
She bites her lip hard enough to draw blood but doesn’t avert her gaze, those heavy-lines eyes boring into mine with need and defiance.
“Say it,” I command, slipping a finger inside her slick heat. Fuck, I’ve never felt anything like it and the way she’s clenching around my finger I can just imagine how it’ll feel wrapped around my cock. Already he’s fucking leaking joy as I feel my boxer briefs damn and sticky, clinging to the head.
“Fuck you,” she spits out, but her hips buck against my hand involuntarily.
I add another finger, scissoring them inside her until she’s moaning despite herself. “Say it,” I demand again.
“Penn—” It’s half a curse, half a plea.
I curl my fingers inside her just right, hitting that spot that makes her whimper. “Who’s in control here?” I whisper against her ear.
She shudders violently but remains silent.
“Answer me!” I growl, increasing the pressure and speed of my movements until she’s panting, on the verge of collapse.
“You,” she finally gasps out. “You are.”
“Damn right,” I say and bite down on the junction between her neck and shoulder hard enough to leave a mark.
With an almost feral growl, she grabs my hair and pulls me into a brutal kiss, teeth clashing and tongues wrestling for dominance until I feel my vicious little wife sink her teeth into the flesh of my bottom lip and the coppery taste of blood floods my mouth.
I break away first, sucking in air like I’ve been drowning. “My pretty fucking girl,” I mutter before I stick the fingers of my other hand in my mouth and pull them out and smear my blood and spit across her ruby red mouth.
Lipstick, blood and saliva coat her plump lips, and she looks unhinged, like a female Joker and fuck I want her like this always.
“Fucking hell,” I breathe, running a hand down her throat. This marriage is a goddamn powder keg, and I can’t decide if I want to defuse it or light the fuse and watch it explode.
Her nails slip under my shirt and rake down my back as if trying to carve out pieces of me to keep forever. My fingers never stop their relentless assault inside her until she’s crying out my name in broken syllables.
Her cries echo around the bathroom, raw need anddesperation bouncing around. I lower myself to my knees, the cold tile sending a shiver up my spine. My eyes lock onto her wet, swollen pussy, glistening with her arousal and my fingers. Her legs are spread wide open. She’s obscene, obscene and mine.
I draw my fingers out slowly, watching her sensitive flesh twitch with each withdrawal. I savor the sight for a moment longer before leaning in, inhaling her musky scent.
“Look at you,” I murmur against her inner thigh, my breath ghosting over her sensitive skin. “So, fucking perfect.”
She gasps when I trail wet kisses up her thigh, biting just hard enough to leave marks that will remind her who owns her body long after I’ve finished with it.
I drag my tongue along her slit, slow and teasing, before plunging it deep inside her. Her hips buck against my face as she leans back against the counter for support. I grip her thighs to keep her steady, my nails digging into her soft skin. She lets out a guttural moan that vibrates through me.
“Good fucking boy,” she breathes out, her voice laced with both praise and command. “You look so pretty on your knees for me.”
Her words send a jolt straight to my cock. I suck on her clit, hard enough to make her gasp, then ease up as I bite down gently on the sensitive nub. She cries out again, this time more desperate than before.
Her hands claw at my hair as if searching for an anchor. I flick my tongue over her clit in rapid strokes while thrusting two fingers back inside her slick heat. Her walls clench around me like a vise.
