Page 47 of Mr. Risky

My fingers itched to slap that cocky, arrogant smirk off his face, and I swung back, but he had me in an iron grip, his hard fingers sliding down my belly to drag along my panties.

“What a naughty girl, so wet for all this dirty filthy cheating with a married man.”

He was taunting me and I gritted my teeth as he took one of my nipples in his questing mouth.

“You’re a fucking sociopath, aren’t you? How many towns have you been to, doing this grifter shit?”

“I don’t know, sweetheart. All I know is you’re the only one I’ve ever come back for.”

I raised my foot to kick him in the face but he captured it easily, biting down hard on my ankle.

“Give it to me freely, sweetheart. Come on, don’t make your baby daddy pry your thighs open so I can eat you out. Because you know damn well I will.”

“Why the hell should I? How do I know what you’ve got?”

But he shook his head.

“I was tested when Pippa decided to start trying for a baby. I don’t have any STIs.”

“You know, she might think there’s something wrong with her because she doesn’t know you’re secretly doping her up with birth control.”

He shrugged, his fingers cupping my swollen and sensitive breasts, burying his face between them to tug the silky material aside.

“Why should I feel sorry for some rich bitch? Besides, there’s something wrong with her.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know, but I can sense it.”

“So you never loved her?”

“Baby, I never said I loved her. I fucked her, that’s all. I’ve only ever loved you.”

“You’re such a shitty con man!” I cried, but he was between my thighs now, spreading them wide as he licked a wicked line of sin along my wet slit, opening me up with one big finger as I dug my hands into the bed.

A second finger teased at my asshole, stretching the tight opening wide so the sensations came at me from two directions and I writhed under the pleasure I couldn’t escape.

“Why did you bring me back into this?” I asked afterwards, watching the sweat gather in his golden curls.

He was sin and he was depravity. Why the hell couldn’t I resist him?

“Because I’m taking you with me.”

“When’s the last time you had sex with Pippa?” I demanded, lying limp and boneless, one toe twitching helplessly.

“Last night.”

“You bastard.”

I staggered up, backing against the headboard.

“How are you still fucking her? And fucking pretending like you love me! You’re a disgusting pig.”

“I’m fucking her until I get what I want.”

“That apocryphal necklace, I suppose,” I said coolly.

He raised an eyebrow, running a tanned hand over my belly, even though there was no bump yet.