Page 85 of Cognac Villain


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No—Coramoanedmy name like a fucking siren call.

Now, I’m coiled around her, her breath on my neck and her wet skin sliding against mine. She’s begging me.

Fuck me. Please.

I will. Of course I will. I don’t have a choice.

But first…

I want to watch her fall apart.

I work the wand against her, buzzing the absurdly expensive machine over the bundle of nerves between her gorgeous thighs. I bought her the toys to use, but when I walked in the bathroom and saw it in her hand as she moaned my name, I’ve never wanted to snap a device in half more in my life.

It should have been me.

“Is this what you want?” I growl.

Cora wraps her arm up and around my neck, hanging from me as she writhes against the pressure. “It’s good enough.”

I bite her earlobe and tug until she bends back, her throat exposed. “You deserve more than ‘good enough,’ Cora.Is this what youwant?”

She’s panting now. Her body is twitching, fracturing apart bit by bit. I’m so hard it hurts. The friction of her thighs isn’t helping me focus.

“Ivan,” she gasps. Her throat bobs as she swallows another moan. “I’m—I’m coming.”

Then, before I can even give her permission, that’s exactly what she does.

I feel her stomach tense under my hand. She trembles with the release, sucking down lungfuls of air. Tiny splutters pass her lips and she jerks and spasms in my arms.

It’s fucking beautiful.

But it isn’t enough.

Not for her. Certainly not for me.

She’s still coming down when I throw the wand on the shower floor and spin Cora against the glass. Her eyes are wide and searching as I band a gentle hand around her throat.

“Tell me you’re satisfied. Tell me that was enough for you.”

Tell me you don’t want this so I can walk away.

Water clings to her lashes and streams between her breasts. She’s flushed and breathless from two orgasms. It should be enough. If not, the fact I’m covered in another man’s blood should be reason aplenty for her to walk away.

And if she won’t, I should. I can’t have her. I can’t want her.

But fuck me, she is the only thing I want. Everything else can burn to ashes. I wanther.

Her hand reaches out, stroking lightly over my abs. “Ivan…”

Whatever scrap of control I had left cracks apart at the quiver in her voice.

I grip her thigh with crushing force and wrap her leg around my hip. Cora should be screaming for help, but instead, she tugs down the waistband of my briefs.

“It wasn’t enough for me,” she breathes. “I want…”

She doesn’t finish the thought before I slam into her.

“Fuck.” I brush my thumb over her pounding pulse and push her head back. I pin her to the cold glass wall with my hand and my cock and my body.

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