Page 123 of Her Wicked Plan

Her underwear is soaked, earning a groan from me. “All for you and him.”

Letting my hand take over, I cup her pussy hard, making a gasp fall from her lips. My movement is so forceful that her body stumbles backward until she bumps into the wooden worktable behind her. With my free hand, I wrap her hair around my wrist, tugging the strands to force her to look up at me.

“You want him inside of you when I haven’t had the luxury?”

“Who’s fault is that?” she says through clenched teeth.

“You think I’m going to let him fuck you?” My mouth hovers over hers.

“I never said he had to stick his dick in that hole, Leo.” Her breathing becomes heavy. “He could use my mouth. My pussy, however? That’s all yours.”

I shouldn’t do it.

“Do you want me to beg?” She flashes those innocent brown eyes at me.

Don’t do it, Leo. Don’t give in.

“I’ll get down on my knees right now and beg like the good girl you want me to be.” She brushes her mouth over mine.

Fuck me.

“Beg.” I let go of her hair, leaving her space in this little room. She immediately drops to her knees.

“Please say yes, Leo. If you let this happen, I promise I’ll always listen to you and behave as you want me to.”

Bending forward, I grip her chin roughly. “You better keep that fucking promise, little angel, or else you’ll regret making it.”

“Yes, sir,” she agrees, licking her lips. “I won’t break it. Please. I need you.”

Lust fills my eyes, falling heavily as I stare down at her. “You need me?”

She nods, desire taking over her features. This isn’t where I wanted to do this, but I can’t hold back any longer. With the way she is staring at me, the pure need radiating off her body.

I can feel the heat rolling off of her. It’s consuming this small space. My gaze still holding hers, I drop my hand to my belt, undoing the clasp. Veronica hears the noise, eyes falling to the sound.

Her brows furrow in confusion. “What are you doing?”

“You said it’s my fault that I haven’t fucked you yet.” The belt buckle comes undone, and I pull it out of the loops in one swoop. “I’m going to fix that.”

“But... Myles?”

“I’m not sharing, Vee.” I raise the belt and bring it up to her face. The thick leather falls over her mouth as I buckle it around the back of her head. “And although you sound so pretty when you beg,” I double-check that the belt is secure and won’t drop from her face. “You get me and only me. No one else.”

Her eyes turn glossy with desire, her head nodding quickly in understanding. With the belt in place, my thumbs tuck into the waistband of her sweats, and I tug them down. Not even muttering a demand for her to step out, she does it on her own. Her underwear comes down with the pants.

In one swift move, my hands find the back of her thighs, and I’m lifting her up to the wooden table. The contents on top rattle from the abrupt movement, but the table doesn’t budge.

Peeking around Veronica, I notice the table is screwed securely. We don’t have to worry about it banging against the wall.

Bringing my gaze back to the beautiful woman sitting before me, I trail a finger over the belt where it covers her lips. “Have to keep you quiet. Don’t want someone to hear those pretty moans that leave you.”

She hums behind the leather, hot air coming from her nose as she breathes faster. Dropping my hand, I undo the button on my slacks. Then, the zipper. The motion causes her eager eyes to fall, and Veronica watches carefully as I pull my cock out.

Fully erect with precum glistening at the tip. I don’t miss how her throat bobs, swallowing hard at the sight. At the fact she is about to get what she has been wanting.

It hasn’t been the full time of her trying to control her behavior, but I feel that if I don’t give this to her now, she’ll go behind my back and fuck Myles.

Although he is my best friend, that wouldn’t stop him from taking what he wants. And he wants her. It was clear in his eyes. The way he stared at her. The way he spoke about us all being together.