Page 92 of Bene

“No, not at all.”

“Oh, good.”

“And they said we should spend the night, if you’d like to.”

“Did they?”

He nodded. “This time, we’re not picking a room, though.”

“Well, that’s not nearly as fun.”

His chuckles colored up the hall before he pushed away from the wall, snagged her hand in his, their fingers weaving tightly together as he pulled her down the hall. “Come on, it’s down this way. The room I shared with my twin—rooms, really. It’s two bedrooms connected in the middle with a large sitting area that we used to use to game, and shit.”

Not that he intended on giving her a tour. Once they were at the end of the hall and slipped into the middle room that connected the two bedrooms, he slammed the door behind them. Vanna was already moving for him. He reached back and kissed her, the force of them meeting sending her flying back to the closed door with a hard thud.

She didn’t look so sad anymore.

He liked that more.

Sometimes, being weak was easier.

Vanna did her best to never be weak in situations—it didn’t matter which kind, really. And yet, right now with Bene, she found it was easier for her to just be weak. To let him react from seeing her sad, wanting to make her smile, but doing it in the way he did best.

By fucking her crazy.

Vanna barely remembered moving from the door to the bedroom to the left side of the room. She didn’t even get a chance to admire the set up of two private bedrooms connected by a main sitting room because Bene yanked her into what she assumed had once been his bedroom in the mansion. She heard the door kicked closed behind her, but she was already walking to the bed. Already yanking her dress high, and letting it fall to the floor. She came to stand in front of the leather bench resting at the foot of a four-poster bed covered in black and red sheets, and draped in a matching duvet.

That was really all she got to see of the room. But did it really matter right now?

By the time she turned around, Bene was on her. His dark words whispered along her skin as his hands fisted into her black lace thong, and yanked it down her thighs, dropping to his knees as he went.

She stepped out of the underwear when he murmured, “Get these fucking things off and spread those legs so I can have my dessert, Vanna.”

“God, yes.”

The sight of him on his knees in front of her, his hands sliding up her thighs while his dark eyes drank her in, and he grinned in that wicked way of his … Jesus, it was more than enough to promise she was good and wet when he spread her thighs wide.

“Sit.” He flashed her a wink. “And give me this pussy.”

He didn’t need to say it twice.

Vanna dropped her ass to the leather bench.

The coolness of the supple material soothed her overheated body for a split second. Just that second, though, because in the next, Bene was between her thighs. He licked her from her slit to her clit, and back down again. He took his time enjoying her. Making her squirm with the way he’d flick his tongue along her slit, while his hands kept her thighs pried open even when her hips jerked forward against his mouth to get more.

“You wanna come?”

“So bad,” she breathed, “please.”

“Please, what?”

He teased her further, grinning salaciously as his mouth grazed over her inner thigh, moving higher along the edge of her pussy, but not quite giving her exactly what she wanted. And his hands moved inward, the sides of his thumbs stroking along the sides of her pussy just enough to make her tremble.

“Please, Bene, please eat me until I come.”

“That’s what I wanted.”

Of course.