Page 108 of His Wicked Revenge

“Do you blame me?” she asks quietly. “I can’t see anything. I don’t know what you are going to do. I don’t like being caught off guard.”

I hum, lifting my hand until it hovers over her knee. Extending a finger, the tip of it trails against her skin. Immediately, goosebumps appear all over her body. Moving my finger to the inside of her leg, I push it to the side, spreading her open.

“I know,” I state in a low voice. “Which is why I’m doing this. Because I know it’ll drive you crazy.”

“You know what? I’ll behave at the wedding.” Her tongue pops out from her mouth, wetting her lips.

My tongue clicks the roof of my mouth. “It’s a little too late, little angel.” I hook my thumb into the waistband of my shorts and shove them down my legs. Gripping myself in my hand, I start to pump my cock, internally groaning at the feeling. “You wanted this.”

I can’t take my eyes off the spot between her thighs. She is dripping from being punished with the belt and from having her sight taken away. As much as she says she doesn’t like being blindfolded, it’s turning her on.

A gasp leaves her as the bed dips beneath my weight. Without a word or a demand, I take matters into my own hands. Placing both hands on her knees, I push them forward until they meet her chest. She closes her mouth, attempting to steadily breathe out of her nose. Smiling to myself, I pinch her nose shut, forcing her to open her mouth again.

Her right hand comes up to grab at my wrist, but I’m faster than she is. With my free hand, I wrap my fingers around her hand and roughly press it into the bed. “Keep your mouth open, Vee. You’re not going to hide those pretty noises you make when I drive you wild.”

I release her nose, and she keeps her lips parted. Trailing my thumb down, I run it along her bottom lip before I insert it into her mouth. Veronica wraps her lips around my thumb and sucks as if she were working my cock.

Moaning at the feeling, I don’t give any warning when I line myself up to her entrance and thrust violently inside of her. This position, with her legs bent to her chest, allows me to hit deeper than I have ever been before. Her mouth loosens around me, and a loud cry leaves her. Her hands fly up, bracing against my arms, and she tries to push me off.

“It-it’s too much,” she whimpers.

“Is it?” I pull out only to shove myself back into it. “Because the way your pussy is gripping me, I think you’re handling it just fine.”

A thunderous moan leaves her as I quicken my pace. I grunt as her nails dig into my skin, surely drawing blood. She latches onto my arms and drags her fingers down to leave claw marks.

I stop momentarily, not to let her catch her breath, but to remove her hands from my arm. With both wrists secured in my hands, I place them above her head and press them hard into the mattress.

My whole body is now lying on her, and I continue my thrusts. The breaths that leave her mouth are frantic and short as I drive into her with so much force it's making me lose my breath.

“You’re so deep,” she whines against my mouth.

“You love it.” I lightly kiss her. “Don’t you?”

The word that leaves her is barely a whisper, but I hear her when she says yes.

“No misbehaving at the wedding.” I take her bottom lip in my mouth and bite down. She whimpers at the pain. “That doesn’t just mean with me, Veronica. That means with all the other guests. Do not do anything stupid.”

“I won’t.” The words are full of promises, and I believe her.

“Good.” My hips rock roughly until I still inside her. Squeezing my eyes shut tight, I groan as I spill into her.

I don’t move for a few seconds until I finish coming. Then, I slowly pull out of her, and her body freezes.

“Leo… I didn’t⁠—”

“I know.” I cut her off, getting off the bed.

She quickly removes the belt herself. Her eyes squint, adjusting to the light. When they grow fuller, I can see the clear tears in them. “I told you I would behave.”

“You did, but you wanted a preview of the punishment, and that’s what it was. No orgasm.” I scoop up my shorts and walk to the bathroom. Over my shoulder, I say, “If you aren’t going to clean yourself up, then go to bed, Veronica. It’s been a long day.”

CHAPTER 40

Veronica

I sift through the racks at this store, but nothing catches my eye. The reds, blues, and blacks all blend together as I dissociate.

A date.