23
VICTORIA
Idon’t know how high up the last floor is, but when I look down from the balcony of the suite, Central Park looks smaller than I’ve ever seen it. I step back a little, my head dizzy, colliding with Wolf’s hard chest.
“I’m sorry we had to leave, love. I never bring anyone to Roy and Mariette’s. And the first time I do, I make a fucking spectacle in the middle of their restaurant.”
I draw in a long breath before letting it go. “I told you not to. It wasn’t necessary.”
“No. You told me not to kill him. And I didn’t.”
It’s true. Though I’m surprised he understood just from the look on my face. I turn to him. His eyes shift across my figure, a question brewing.
“You’re not upset. Not as I thought you’d be.”
I shake my head. “I knew you’d never consider doing what that man said.”
“Did you, now?” He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “And why is that, Victoria?”
He looks so handsome. Under the dying light of the day, his jaw looks sharper, eyes darker, body bigger. More intimidating. I press a palm to his chest, letting my fingers brush the edges of his shirt, right where the buttons meet, down to his belt.
I don’t know what I’m doing. Or where I suddenly got the courage. But if what happened earlier proves anything, it’s that he wants me. And God, I want him too.
I want him on my skin, in my mouth, in my core, and everywhere else he’s willing to claim me.
I get to my knees, tilting my head back. His breath grows deeper, hungrier. He’s never seen me like this.I’venever seen me like this. He watches me closely, not letting a single movement slide by as I slowly fumble with his belt until the buckle is undone. Then his button. Then I pull his boxer briefs down. His hard cock springs out, so big it fills my vision. All I see is him and how much he needs me.
I inch closer, darting my tongue out, giving it a soft lick. Salt and warmth seep into my senses.
“Because you own me,” I answer. “Even if this is all we have. I want it.”
Opening my mouth, I take him in. My lips round and stretch around his erection. It hurts a little, but I don’t care. The taste of him on my tongue and the way he groans above me make it up for it tenfold.
My pussy throbs, the plug in my ass turning everything to a new level—one I’ve never experienced.
He was right when he suggested I’d never had a cock in my mouth. I haven’t. And I don’t know how I’m supposed to do this, especially since not all of him fits.
Instinctively, I take my hands and wrap them around the rest of his length, sliding them up and down as my tongue flicks across his head.
I pull him in. Push him out.
In. Out.
“Ah, fuck, Victoria… fuck…” he whispers.
His hand comes to the back of my head, his hips thrusting forward, all the way to the back of my throat. He holds me in place while tears form at the corners of my eyes. I can’t breathe.
“In through your nose, love. Breathe for me.”
He grunts in pleasure when my tongue wraps around the bottom of his length. And I try to do what he said—taking long breaths in through my nose. I relax, letting my hands come down to his thighs for stability. Then he thrusts again, faster, hitting the back of my throat.
I gag and he stops once more, caressing my hair.
“You…” he murmurs. I look up at him, his head dipped back, lost in his pleasure. “What have you done to me, Victoria?”
The way he says my name makes me ravenous. Something grows in my chest, a heat behind my ribcage igniting. I moan around his cock, then suck him faster. Eyes burning from my mascara running, I look up at him through tears, loving the way I’m making him come undone. Me. Not that woman who kept flaunting herself to him earlier.
He looks down at me, our eyes meeting. And he laughs. Laughs and groans as he spills his seed in my throat, losing control.
