His hard length grinds down into me, hitting my clit, making me flare.
“Because...” I pant, eyes locking on him as I reach toward the ties of his pants, pulling them loose.
Instead of being afraid of the whole damn world, I could make the whole damn world afraid of me.
I sink my hand in and grab his cock at the same time that I say, “Because. We will be the villains for each other.”
He grins. Slow, emphatic,licentious. “That’s exactly right.”
CHAPTER 57
AUREN
There’s something freeing and excitingabout this wicked confession to each other. Maybe it’s the fae in me. Maybe it’s the rot that’s rooted in my soul. But whatever it is, it speaks to that beast that lives within the confines of my chest.
I squeeze Slade’s cock hard, tearing a groan from his wicked lips. “Make me come, Slade.”
His eyes flash. His mouth tsks. “You are my equal. My female. My partner. But when it comes to your pussy, I’m in charge.”
I arch an imperious brow, even as my stomach skips over itself. “What if I want to be in charge of your cock?”
A dark, low chuckle comes out of him. “Do you, Goldfinch?”
I nod slowly, finger trailing over the throbbing vein running down the length of him. Right when I’m about to touch the crown, I retract my hand, and with my gaze boldly holding his, I lick the length of my palm, lapping at it until it’s nice and wet. His eyes slam shut as I grip him again, stroking up. My touch roving until I grip his balls to knead and roll.
“Fucking. Hell.”
I don’t even try to suppress my smile, but then I feel precum leak from his tip and drop onto my belly. Again and again, more of it dribbles out, and I don’t know why, but seeing his cock actuallyleakingbecause he’s so turned on by me makes me feel evenmorepowerful, and in an entirely different way than he meant. The crude liquid continues to seep, soaking into my dress, making the fabric stick to my skin.
This time, I’m the one who tsks. “Look at the mess you’ve made, King Rot,” I say, just as I take my finger and swipe some of the beaded drops still collecting at his tip. His eyes flare as I bring my digit to my mouth andsuck. His salty flavor bursts on my tongue, and I hollow my cheeks until I pull my finger out with a pop.
He lets out another curse. “Are you trying to kill me?”
My smile returns, as does my grip on his dick. “Kill you? Considering what I want, that wouldn’t be very handy.”
He grits out a chuckle. “You’rebeing very handy.”
I let out a laugh, but it’s cut off when he reaches down and pressesrightagainst me with the heel of his palm.
“I can give as much as I get. Just remember that, Goldfinch.”
I shudder, concentration interrupted, the smooth continuation of my strokes on his cock turning sporadic. His palm, however, continues its circling and pressing against me without missing a beat.
I’m not sure what it is about the tight pull of my skirt constricting me, but it makes his persistent grind even more intense. It’s like I’m more aware of every little feeling. The ruby fabric pinning me. The heat from his palm. The wet spots he’s left at both my belly and the cooling marks over my nipples from his mouth.
All of it settles over me, wet and warm, like the slow buildup of condensation. It coats me, from blushing cheeks to straining thighs to my hand still massaging his cock, another bead of precum gathering like a drop of dew.
I wish I could lean forward enough to lick it up.
“Don’t tease me,” I say, hips trying to jolt upward again, trying to make him press down harder. “I want to come.”
“Is that right?” he says, as unhurried as ever.
“Yes,” I try to snap out, though it sounds more like a whine. How he can make me feel so desperate so quickly is like a spell he’s able to cast. I’ve never been so deliriously lost in lust as I am when I’m with him. And then, like pure magic, his hand moves faster, harder, making me moan, making me arch, making mebuild and build and build and—
“No!”
His hand is suddenly gone, and so is my orgasm.
