Page 16 of Villain's Prey

“Your daddy.” I smirk, enjoying tossing the word back at him. It’s kind of nice knowing something Sergei doesn’t. “First, he wanted my mom. As if she’d ever.” My mom has higher standards than that. I thought I did too, but obviously not, since my whole body is on fire right now. “Now he takes me, but you want a taste first.”

Sergei’s whole body goes rock solid at my words. His finger stops stroking me. I almost whimper at the loss, but I manage to control myself. He has to feel that I’m wet for him. My panties are starting to stick to me.

“Your daddy didn’t tell you? I guess—”

“Stop calling him that.”

I’ve really struck a nerve. The gruffness of Sergei’s tone should send a cold chill through me, but all it does is make my body burn more for him.

“Do you think he picked me out ofallmy dad’s children because I look like my mom?” I must be insane. There’s no other reason to explain why I continue to poke him.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I suppose it doesn’t matter.” I fall back on the bed, my legs dangling off the side with him between them. The action causes the shirt to rise all the way up and give him a peek of my panties. “Doyouwant a treat?”

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SERGEI

Daddy. The word rolls off her tongue. I fuckinghateit. She should never use it to refer to my father. Fucking never.

I eye her panties, the cotton damp with her arousal. For me. Only me.

Do I want a treat? Fuck yes, I do. Do I need to get this princess in line? Absolutely.

“You think you’ve won?” I lean forward and breathe out against her little white panties. “Isn’t that right? You think your smart mouth has carried the day, that I’m beaten? That you have any chance of beating me at my own game?”

I grab her thighs, spreading them wider as I press my nose to her pussy and inhale. She jumps. My brain fizzes with every dirty thought I’ve had from the moment I saw her, and that’s been quite a few.

She squirms. “What are you–Oh!” She jolts again when I bite her plump flesh, my teeth digging into her mound but not enough to hurt.

“You’re about to talk yourself out of the treat. Is that what you want?” I release my hold on her pussy and grip her panties with my teeth, pulling them away from her slick skin. Then I hook my fingers in them and yank them down her legs, pulling them from her ankles and tossing them aside.

“I–” She gasps when I wrench her legs apart and stare at the pink, glistening skin.

“Fucking hell.” I groan and run the flat of my tongue from her hole to her clit.

She yelps, her legs tightening as if she wants to close them. Not a fucking chance. I lick her again, sucking down her sweet honey before pressing my tongue inside her. So goddamn tight, her pretty pussy ripe for the taking. Forme.

“Has anyone eaten you out, princess?” I tongue her clit, her body arching as she moans. “Tell me, has anyone tasted how sweet you are right here? How fucking delicious your cunt is?”

She fists the comforter, her gaze on me as I keep stroking her clit with the tip of my tongue.

I laugh against her and press my tongue lower. “You don’t have to say it. I already know. This is mine. This pussy only knows my tongue. Isn’t that right?”

She gasps when I press a finger inside her, her walls clamping down on me as I stroke her clit with the broad side of my tongue. I could do this for hours, for fucking days. Just taste her, tease her. Listen to her sounds, watch the way she shudders for me. Whatever part of my brain was rational is completely dark. I’m running on pure instinct, on pure animal need for this irresistible bit of prey spread before me.

“You were all talk. Running that sassy mouth to rile me up. Well, you got what you wanted. So don’t stop now. Tell me, princess. I want to hear you say it.” I ease another finger inside, my body humming with some sort of dark electricity that seemed to spark to life the moment we met. “So fucking tight. This cherry has never been popped, never been sucked, never been licked. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes!” She moves her hips as I work my fingers in and out of her.

“Say it. Say this is only mine.”

“It’s yours.”

She writhes as I keep tonguing her, giving her pleasure as I groan against her. “Onlymine. Say it, princess. Say it, and I’ll give you that treat.” I pulse my fingers deeper, feeling her from the inside. My cock is hard as goddamn steel, and I want nothing more than to climb on top of her and fill her with it. Just the thought of my cum all over her makes my head go dark for a moment, the urge so strong I almost do it. I almost pin her down and fuck her raw like a goddamn animal in the woods. But that would mean I would have to give up this taste, this fucking pleasure, this delicious cunt that I want to dine on for the rest of the night. “Tell me or you’ll get my cock instead. Is that what you want? You want me to take your innocence, to fuck it into oblivion with every hard inch? I’ll happily do it, princess. I’ll make you scream.”

“Yours,” she gasps. “Only yours.”

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