Page 17 of Secret Revenge

He smiled up at me, his eyes heavy with lust, and then pulled away.

I whimpered in protest, needing to feel his mouth on me, but he only smirked in response. I watched, transfixed, as he undressed, his cock standing proud and hard. I licked my lips at the thought of his cock inside me soon.

In the bed again, he ran his hands up and down my body, stopping at my inner thighs. I spread my legs open for him, but he ignored my pussy. He kissed his way up my stomach, then nipping and licking his way to my core. Finally, he lowered his head between my legs. He groaned out in pleasure, parting my folds to reveal my swollen clit.

I gasped as he started to lick me, his tongue dancing over my sensitive flesh, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I squirmed beneath him, my fingers digging into the sheets as he teased mercilessly. This man knew exactly how to drive me wild. But then, just when I was about to come undone, he pulled back, his eyes boring into me. “Not yet,” he growled, a threatening smile on his lips.

I whimpered in frustration as he leaned back on his elbows and watched me, one brow raised in challenge.

“Please,” I begged, pleading with him to continue.

“Show me how you please yourself.” He grabbed my hand and placed it between my legs. My fingers went straight to my aching clit, knowing I could find release quickly.

Under his watchful eye, I did as he instructed. I moaned as my breath came in short gasps.

Nicholas’s eyes darkened, “That’s my good girl.” He chuckled as my hips began to move up and down, adding pressure to the motions of my fingers.

Just when I was about to come, he took hold of my wrists, pinning them above my head as he hovered over me.

“No,” I cried out as my hips continued to thrust.

“You’re so fucking responsive,” he purred, dripping with desire. “Remember tonight, good girls get everything they want.”

I squirmed beneath him, my body on fire as he licked his lips, his eyes burning into mine. Then, slowly and steadily, he lined himself up with my entrance.

I tried to thrust onto him, but his other hand held my hips still. The head of his cock teased my pussy, and I used all my strength to buck up onto him. “Please,” I whimpered again, my voice barely above a whisper.

His grin was predatory, and he leaned down to nip at my collarbone. “As you wish,” he breathed against my skin, pushing inside me in one excruciatingly slow thrust.

I gasped, feeling every inch of him slide into me. He held still for a moment, braced over me, before withdrawing almost completely before slamming back into me again. My back arched off the bed in an instinctive need to be closer to him as I came undone.

“Yes,” I cried out as waves of pleasure ran through me. “Oh fuck, yes!”

He rode through my orgasm, never stopping and as I was coming back to myself, he released my arms, lowered his head, and bit my nipple.

I let out a guttural roar, incapable of speech as my nails dug into his shoulders. My walls clenched around him as he set a brutal pace, his hips snapping against mine.

Nicholas growled, slamming into me even harder, his prowess overwhelming. I met him thrust for thrust, knowing neither of us could keep this up much longer. Finally, my orgasm ripped through my body as he spilled his seed inside me.

As he caught his breath, he growled again, his hand running through my hair. “That’s it, my good girl,” he said approvingly. “You belong to me.” His words were laced with possessiveness, an edge that always made me tremble.

“Heart, body, and soul, my husband.”

Chapter 8

Nicholas

The frigid night air pierced my lungs as I stood in the shadows of an abandoned warehouse, waiting for Detective Turner. My fingers tapped against my thigh, impatience gnawing at me. It was an unspoken rule that we should never meet like this, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

“Nicholas,” Turner’s voice echoed through the darkness, and I tensed, ready to react if needed.

“Detective,” I replied curtly, stepping out from the shadows as he approached. He looked uneasy, his eyes darting around, searching for any signs of danger.

“Listen, what I’m about to tell you can get us both killed,” Turner whispered urgently, and a chill ran down my spine. “There’s a mole in the police department, working for Bianchi.”

My heart pounded in my chest, blood roaring in my ears. Betrayal was a constant in our world. Even though both the police and mafia prized loyalty over everything, I wondered how Bianchi had managed to get a mole in the department.

“Who?” I demanded, my voice low and dangerous, my mind racing with the potential consequences for Liliana and me.

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