Page 66 of Wicked Little Lies


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He laughs softly, nipping my ear. “I’d fucking put you in a glass tower if I didn’t think you’d Rapunzel Jac up there. Did he fuck you?”

“In the car. I’m beginning to think this gets you off.”

“A cat’s going to be a cat. And you come back to me.”

I sigh against him, breathing in that earthy, black pepper and cardamom smoky scent of his, the darkness of cacao that haunts me when I least expect it. “Hendrick—”

“Who was the guy who dragged you off?”

Oh god, him too.

I go to pull back, but he tightens his hold and sucks on my earlobe. I let him because regardless of what he said about his ex, regardless of anything, he’s right. I’m marking my territory, just like I let Jac do with me in the car.

Christ, we’re fucked up.

“Hendrick.” I take a breath. “How did you know—”

“Jac. He saw. So did one of my people. And I’ll let fucking Jac kill him slow if he put hands on you. Who the fuck was he, Magdalena?”

“I think he was one of the men who took me.”

Now Hendrick starts to pull away, but this time I tighten my hold.

“Bigger fish,” I say. “Jac didn’t kill him.” There’s a silent “yet” there. “So I think we should focus on the job at hand, don’t you think?”

“Shit. Yeah,” he says.

“About the first piece. I got another photo sent to me tonight, too. But this first one, the mayor—”

“Not here.” With a tug of my hand, Hendrick leads me outside and into the garden and the shadows.

I’m about to tell him what Fiona seemed to uncover when he shoves me against a tree and kisses me.

Every single thought on the job, of jewels, dissipates. The only thing that matters is the magic of Hendrick’s mouth, the heat. His tongue as it dances and spars with mine. This kiss invades every part of me, turning my libido into a raging animal.

Hendrick shifts, angles my head, and goes deeper, harder, and I’m lost.

This kiss is one for the ages.

It’s wild, and we attack each other, like we’ve been trapped in a drought and now the torrential rain’s here, saving the day.

He grabs me, lifts me, and before I can reach for him, he’s already pulled his hard cock out of his pants so he can slam into me. It’s hard and dirty, a quick, nasty fuck that sets off my orgasm almost immediately. I can’t help it.

I’ve been on edge all night and the stretch and thrust of Hendrick’s cock, his taking of what he considers his, is so hot that I come a second time, convulsing and spasming so hard on him I’m in danger of losing my mind.

“Oh, shit…” I lift my hips so he can get deeper and lock my ankles behind him.

Risky sex outside an exclusive party sets me off a third time. It’s like I’m in some orgasmic marathon, and he grunts hard, groaning as I come.

“Fuck, I love your cunt…” He slams into me again and then spurts deep into me.

I stare up at him, the two of us shuddering as he’s lodged inside, “I love your cock.”

“Words like that, Cat, and I’ll think you’re getting goddamn romantic.”

“Here I thought you were proposing with your sappy words.”

Slowly I unwind my legs, and we stare at each other. I want…fuck, I want to kiss him all over, sink down in the grass and dirt and suck him until he’s hard again. And I want more. More of him. Of all of it. Everything.

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