Page 54 of Wicked Spite
Reagan breaks the silence first, her voice softer now. “Look, Graham’s your brother, Penn. We do whatever we have to protect our siblings or seek vengeance for them.” Her tone is cool and composed, but there’s a flicker of understanding in her eyes. “You’ll get no judgment from me on how you do that, but you need to keep your wits about you. Make sure you cover your tracks. You don’t look good in orange and I’m not a wife who’s going to stand by while you do a bid.”
I look at her, like really look at her. Her eyes are fierce, but there’s a sadness there too, buried deep under layers of anger and resolve. Her lips are set in a determined line, and I feel something shift inside me. It’s not just attraction or obsession anymore. It’s something rawer, more visceral.
My hand moves almost on its own as I reach out and grab her arm, hauling her into my lap. For a split second, she resists. Her body tensed like a coiled spring ready to snap, but then she melts into me.
I don’t give her a chance to say anything else before I crash my lips against hers. It’s not gentle or sweet; it’s raw and consuming.
Her fingers dig into my shoulders, nails biting into my skin through the fabric of my shirt as she kisses me back just as fiercely. Every ounce of rage and fear inside me channels into this moment, this connection that feels like both our salvation and our damnation.
Reagan pulls back slightly, her forehead resting against mine as we both struggle to catch our breath. “You’ve got your demons,” she whispers, her voice rough around the edges. “So do I. Maybe they’ll cancel each other out.”
I cup her face in my hands, forcing her to meet my gaze again. “Or maybe they’ll fucking destroy us,” I growl.
A dark smile curls on her lips. “Maybe,” she agrees, unflinching.
Without warning, she sinks down to her knees in front of me, the action itself laced with defiance and submission. The way she can switch between both is so goddamn hot. Reagan’s eyes meet mine, daring me to stop her as she unbuckles my pants with practiced ease. I should tell her to stop, but I really don’t give a fuck.
“You’ve been…decent to me, Penn,” she purrs, her long, dark hair falling over her shoulders as she looks up at me. “I guess now it’s my turn to give the monster a little attention.”
She unzips my jeans, and her hand reaches in, and I feel her nails scrape down my length before she pulls me out.
“Fuck, Reagan,” I groan.
“Be a good boy and shut up and enjoy it,” she snaps at me, and I bare my teeth at her. My wife is full of barbed wire and razor blades, and I love that she’s not some very demure, very cutesy person.
She doesn’t give me a chance to protest, even if I had been inclined to. Reagan’s warm, wet mouth engulfs my cock, her tongue swirling around the head, then teasing the underside before she takes me in deeper. Her hands grip my thighs, nails digging in as she bobs her head up and down, her soft moans vibrating through me.
“Fuck,” I hiss through gritted teeth, my hands fisting in her hair as she takes more of me, her lips and tongue working in tandem, exploring every inch of my length. The sight of her on her knees, servicing me in this sacred space, should be blasphemous, but all I can think about is how fucking hot it is.
Reagan pulls back, a string of saliva connecting her lips tomy cock as she smirks up at me. “Tell me you don’t enjoy this, psycho. I’ll wait.”
The challenge in her eyes is clear, and I can’t help but smirk back.
“You’ve got a death wish, haven’t you, my ray of hellfire wife?” I growl, before roughly grabbing the back of her head and pressing her face into my crotch. “Suck my dick. Show me how much you love it.”
Reagan moans, the sound of her finding pleasure in this undoing me. She doesn’t protest as I force her to take more of me. My eyes roll back in my head, pain and pleasure coursing through my veins straight to my dick, making it throb with need. I wrap one hand around her throat, not squeezing, but applying just enough pressure to let her know who’s in control.
“That’s it, baby,” I groan, my voice low and guttural. “Suck your husband’s cock like the good little wife you are.”
Her moans grow louder, her cheeks flushing as she takes me deeper, her tongue swirling around the head, teasing pre-cum from the slit. I can feel my balls tightening, the pressure building, but I’m not ready to let go yet. I want to draw this out, to brand this moment into both our minds.
“Yes, that’s it,” I hiss, my grip on her throat tightening marginally. “You like it when I talk dirty, don’t you, my filthy slutty wife?”
Reagan moans her agreement, her hands fisting my pants as she takes me even deeper, her throat working around my length. I can’t take it anymore. I don’t want to hold back any longer.
I feel her grip my balls, rolling them around in the palm of her hand as her nails drag across the sensitive skin. Fuck me, I’ve never had someone play with them like that before. Theway she’s slurping and sucking on my dick has saliva rolling down my shaft, and I feel it spread between her fingers and my sac.
She never breaks contact as she keeps bobbing up and down on my length until I feel the wet tips of her fingers glide across the thin skin behind my balls that has them contracting toward my body.
“Goddamn, that feels fucking good. You’re gonna make me cum.” She hums in response which feels like a vacuum on my cock but then I’m jolted out of it when her hand swipes across my tight asshole, spreading her spit around the ring.
“I’m going to cum, baby,” I warn her, my voice a hoarse whisper. “Swallow every drop, understand?”
Instead of responding, Reagan redoubles her efforts, working her mouth and throat like a pro. I shoot my load down her waiting throat, my entire body tensing as I spill myself into her mouth. She moans around my cock; the vibrations sending me over the edge again and again, until I’m spent, my body a limp, quivering mess.
Reagan pulls off my dick, her lips glistening with spit and cum. Her eyes have that wicked glint, the one that tells me she’s not quite done. Before I can catch my breath, she grabs my face and crashes her mouth onto mine.
The taste of myself is unexpected, and then I feel it—her tongue pushing my cum back into my mouth. The sensation drives me wild. I grip her face, pulling her closer, our kiss turning desperate and feral. I spit the cum back into her mouth, my hand wrapping around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her gasp.
