Page 124 of Her Wicked Plan

If I give her me, then she won’t want him.

Wrapping my hand around myself, I pump twice, earning a muffled groan from Veronica. “Is my little angel jealous? Wish it was your hands wrapped around me?” Her hands reach for me until I slap them away. She huffs out a defeated breath before trying again. “Are you going to continue to be a brat?”

She shrugs her shoulder, the playfulness gleaming in her brown eyes. My tongue pokes the inside of my cheek, my head bobbing a little. I look to my left seeing a drawer, and when I open it, I smirk. She follows what I’m doing, staring down at the open drawer. Confusion pulls at her brows until I pull out a black zip tie.

Shaking her head, she mumbles something under the comfort of the belt.

Too bad I can’t hear her.

“Brats don’t get to touch.” I force her hands behind her back, wrists together as the tie circles around her soft skin. I tighten it, maybe a little too much, but I can’t find a fuck to give.

She attempts to yank her wrists free but winces when the plastic cuts into her skin. Her chest rises and falls frantically; those wild eyes hold a hint of fear. Taking her chin into my hands, the other gripping my cock again, I incline her head to be parallel with my face.

“You’re safe,” I reassure her.

She stops the battle of getting free from the binds after my words. That glint of fear that was sitting at the surface of her eyes disappears when I run my tip against her pussy. So damn wet. I circle around her clit, her eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. Leaning forward, I press a kiss to the belt.

“Mine,” I whisper once I move away.

Her body is trembling with anticipation.

Sliding myself down to her entrance, I tease her for a moment. The last time I was positioned here in my office was a little over a month ago. I had the strength then to not thrust myself inside her. Where is that strength today? That ship has set sail and will not be coming back.

Bucking my hips forward, I push into her roughly. Good thing I silenced her because the scream that was hidden behind the belt would have had all the nurses running to save her. I pause, allowing her to adjust to my size. Slowly sliding myself out only to shove myself back in.

“Mine,” I growl. My teeth clench tight as I rock my hips at a fast pace.

Goddamn, she is soaked.

For a girl who dances with the Devil, she feels like fucking heaven. A paradise that I want to escape to every second of every day. I could get lost in her and be okay with never finding my way out.

The vice grip she has on my cock has me in a chokehold. It’s as if she doesn’t want me to ever leave the warmth of her. And the crazy thing is, now that I know what she feels like, I may never be able to leave.

My fingers dig into her hips, tugging her closer to me. Her body tumbles forward, unable to use her hands to protect herself. Her breasts are against my chest, her forehead resting on my shoulder as I continue the movement of my hips. The sounds of her wetness fill my ears, as well as the soft cries that get trapped behind the belt.

I won’t last much longer at this pace, but I can’t slow down. I’m chasing after that sweet release for the both of us, wanting to continuously fall over that edge of euphoric pleasure. I’ve been with many women in my life, but Veronica? There has been no one who comes close to her.

Her body shakes against me. Taking hold of the belt's access material behind her head, I twist it around my wrist and pull her head back. Those round eyes meet mine, shining with tears. I smile at the sight of her, face red from the belt, tears falling from her eyes.

Absolutely ruined for me.

Because of me.

My hips keep up their brutal pace, back and forth, as I tug the belt a bit more for her head to fall back. With how tight I am holding the belt, she can’t move her head back into the normal position if she tries. My head dips down, lips pressing against her jaw. A whimper leaves her, and I release my mouth from her skin.

Traveling my mouth up to her ear, I whisper, “You are mine. No one else's.”

I can feel her nodding in agreement at the side of my face.

“Come all over me, little angel.” I pull out to the tip, then forcefully drive myself back into her with such force that she cries out. “Ruin my cock like I’ve ruined you.”

Those words were all she needed to fall over that edge, and once she pulses around me, I follow right after her over the cliff. Holding on tight to her waist, stilling myself inside of her as we descend together.

Free falling into an abyss, my vision going dark as I empty myself deep within her. I wonder if she is seeing what I’m seeing. The blackness with small white dots appearing.

Stars.

A woman has never caused me to come so hard that I see stars. It makes me realize we aren’t falling but floating. We aren't descending into the deepest depths of the darkness but ascending towards the sky, past the stars in space, the planets, and the galaxies.