Page 86 of His Wicked Revenge

I sense her hands getting closer to the hem of my boxers.

Stop her.

I don’t.

I can’t.

Veronica rises to her knees, tugging the boxers down my legs, watching my reaction. She’s searching for any change in my expression. When she sees only lust, she continues.

“We don’t have to have sex if you don’t want to.”

“You already took my boxers off,” I joke.

“We can do something else,” she begins to suggest. “Until you’re ready.”

Who is this woman?

“And what’s that?”

She smirks. Flattening my cock onto my stomach, she positions herself just right, and then she lowers herself. I slide between her folds, and she immediately coats me with her arousal. Carefully, she rocks. Gliding back and forth as she rides me.

“Jesus,” I moan, head tipping back against the headboard. I’ve never done this with a woman before.

Never even thought about doing it.

It’s sex without it being sex.

And it feels so fucking good.

I watch her through hooded lids. Her eyes move from my face down to where she is riding me. With my hands securing her around the waist, Veronica places her palms on my shoulders and increases her movement.

“Dammit, Vee.” A curse that’s followed by a whimper. My fingertips dig roughly into her hips, holding myself back because this feels too good.

“I like it when you make that sound.” She smiles seductively. “Almost like you’re being tortured.”

“This is torture,” I clarify.

“Your fault.” She giggles, kissing my jaw before saying, “You don’t have to be jealous of Slater. I’ve never slept with him. He’s just a guy that owed me a favor.”

When she backs away from my face, I stare up at her in slight confusion. Her hips continue to move against me in a beautiful, tedious rhythm that would drive any level-headed man insane.

“You don’t have to be jealous of any guy.” Veronica combs a hand through my hair; the sensation is calming. It makes me want to shut my eyes at the relaxation, but I force them to stay open to look at her. “I haven’t had sex with another man since you.”

My breathing stops. “What?”

“They’ve tried, but I always put a stop to it. It didn’t feel… right.” She gives a half smile. “Do you remember what I said when you finally gave in to the temptation of us?”

I think back to that day in my office. It was the first time she ever wrapped her mouth around me.

Use me, ruin me. I’m completely at your mercy.

Coming back to the present, I nod. “Yes.”

“Well, you did just that. You ruined me, Leo, for any other man.” Her hands cup my face, making sure my focus is on her. “You’re the only one I want.”

I stare at her for a moment, letting the words she spoke absorb into my skin.

The woman I fell in love with just admitted wanting to be with me. Only me. And the honesty in her voice, true or not, is so thick that it suffocates me. It seeps deep into my skin. I swallow it down my throat, and it constricts around my heart like a snake.