Page 70 of Mr. Wicked


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And I wanted another right now.

“It’s what I want.”

A growl vibrated from his lips. “I thought so.”

Before I could take a breath, before I could even take account of what was happening, he lowered his hand to the bottom of my dress, going far beneath it.

Until I felt the brush of his fingertips.

“Oh fuck,” I hissed, the back of my head pushing against the wall.

“You’re not wearing any panties.”

“Surprise.”

“You’re saying your pussy has been bare and uncovered all night? What about the night we went for sushi?”

“Yes. Then too.”

“Jovana,” he roared against my lips. “You’re one dangerous fucking woman, you know that?”

I didn’t reply.

I was too swept up.

Because he was moving his fingers higher, teasing between my legs, climbing until he reached that sensitive spot at the very top.

Once he hit it, giving me the friction I craved, I was gone.

“Fuck me,” he moaned. “You’re dripping.”

Thoughts were hard to form, but there was one thing I did know.

My door was open.

I was standing just to the side of the doorway.

At any point, Sloane could leave the living room and come down the hallway to use the bathroom. She’d reach my room first and she’d see.

“Let me close the door—”

“No. You’re leaving it open.”

“But—”

“You’re just going to have to be quiet and”—his lips were on my ear—“quick.”

He was evil.

And he was even controlling this—the environment, the way I came.

The speed.

Location.

But I couldn’t fight it.

I didn’t even want to.

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