Page 60 of His Wicked Revenge

Even with this fear inside me, I continue to roll my hips. As I take Leo deep in my throat, I get brave and move my hips faster.

Fuck it.

The knife can cut me all it wants as long as I get my orgasm.

I bob my head, lapping my tongue around his base as I begin to take him deeper. He groans above me. Cool air hits my clit, letting me know he removed the knife. I sigh in relief and take the opportunity to rock my hips frantically.

“Jesus, Vee.” He grips the hair on my scalp, causing it to burn.

I maneuver on my knees, making the vibrator replace where the knife had been. I release a moan that is muffled with Leo’s cock in my mouth.

“You close?” he questions while his hips begin to thrust roughly.

Even though I shouldn’t, in case he’s asking to determine whether he should stop, I nod.

“I need to taste it.” His voice drips with desperation, and he releases my head, pulling out of my mouth.

Quickly, he gets on the left side of me and grabs my hips. The knife still in his hand and awfully close to my body. He pivots me to face the wall, and his hand meets the center of my back, and he shoves me down.

My cheek meets the floor while my eyes meet my reflection in the large mirror. I can see Leo perched behind me.

He picks up the vibrator, turns up the setting, and presses it to my clit. I moan loudly and then completely lose it when his mouth covers me. The warmth of his tongue feels like Heaven when he enters me.

He eats me roughly.

Hungrily.

Desperately.

I can’t help the movement of my hips as I grind against him. He pulls back, flattening his tongue as it glides upwards. “Give it all to me, little angel.”

I do just that. My orgasm rips through me like a storm. Everything inside me lights up like lightning in the night sky while my moans and screams mimic thunder.

Leo groans with his mouth still shoved between my legs, taking everything I have to offer.

“Mmm,” he hums as he falls back onto his knees, staring at the mess I made because of him while he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Always so perfect.”

I can’t speak. There are no words in the English language that will come from my mouth. The only sounds that leave me are my heavy breaths.

My eyes flutter open, and I immediately find Leo kneeling behind me, taking in the view. He appears to be in a lustful daze—one that doesn’t look like he’ll be coming out of soon, but then my phone rings.

His eyes are unfocused from my body, and he snaps his head to the right. I take the opportunity to lift myself back onto all fours.

He reaches onto the mattress and picks up the phone. “Who the hell is Slater?”

I shoot backward, my ass hitting the heels of my feet, and I twist to look at him. “Give me the phone.”

“Who is he?” He stares at the name on the screen.

“Jealousy looks good on you, Leo.” I smirk before reaching out my hand. “The phone. Hand it over.”

His jaw ticks, but he does as I ask. I take the phone from him and hit decline. Not even a second later, it rings again.

I groan but answer. “Now’s not a good time.”

“I just need to know if the same amount of money I sent last time is good for this month.” My eyes flick to Leo, whose brows dip in confusion. I know he heard Slater. The volume is up too high.

“Yes. That amount is perfect. Thank you.” I hang up the phone and hold it tight in my hands. “Your turn?”