“Good girl,” he said. “Look at you, doing what I told you.”
I slid one finger inside, the slick friction making me moan. Nik’s gaze followed every movement, unblinking. I lay backand rubbed my clit with my other hand. Within moments, the pressure built, my breath coming faster.
He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside. I’d barely gotten a glimpse of the menacing tattoos wrapping around his torso when the snap of leather made my eyes fly to his hands. He folded his belt in half, smacking it lightly against his palm. “Your choice, wife—come for me now, or I’ll put this belt to good use.”
My walls started to quiver as I remembered his earlier threat—to belt my wrists behind my back, bend me over the kitchen island, and drool over my puckered hole as he pounded his cock deep inside my pussy, knowing he’d be fucking my ass next.
“That’s it, Lacey. Show me how to finger-fuck that cunt of yours. Show me how to touch you.”
Nik’s wicked encouragement pushed me over the edge. My walls clenched hard around my finger, my body bowing off the mattress as the orgasm tore through me and I saw stars.
Nik stepped closer, caught my jaw in his hand, and kissed me roughly.
When he pulled back, his voice was an ominous purr.
“Good girls get made love to, and bad girls get fucked. Tonight, you’ve been a very good girl.”
Nik toed off his shoes, letting them fall with a soft thud. Next, his pants hit the floor, leaving his long, thick cock jutting out from his body. No underwear.
Did he ever wear any? Or did he walk through the world commando?
He stepped out of his pants, leaving his socks behind and shedding the last layer of his restraint. My eyes dropped to his cock—and I sucked in a sharp breath.
God, that thing was going inside me again?
Memories of what we’d done in the shower rushed back, the way my body had burned and stretched around him, how I’d barely survived it.
His voice came out in a low growl that curled inside me. “That cunt is mine, wife. And I take special care of what I own.”
Before I could breathe, he dropped to his knees between my legs, clamped his hands around my hips, and dragged me across the comforter until my ass was balanced on the edge of the bed. His hands moved to grip the back of my thighs.
“Grab your knees, Lacey. Keep them spread open,” he demanded, and I complied.
His mouth brushed the inside of my thigh—soft at first, then he started nipping and biting. He worked his way along the inside of my leg, one kiss at a time, until he pressed his lips onto my ankle.
“You looked lethal tonight,” he said, his breath warm against my skin. “All dressed up and on my arm. But these…” His fingers slid over the delicate buckle of my heel. “God, I love these shoes.”
The strap snapped free. The stiletto slid away. He shifted to my other foot, repeating the slow removal and placing a kiss on my other ankle.
When both shoes were gone, he lifted his gaze, his mouth curving upward in satisfaction. “Every man in Xyst wanted you tonight. Every woman knew who you belonged to. And now?” He skimmed kisses up my inner thigh, closer, closer. “Now I’m claiming what’s mine.”
His mouth moved across the curve of my ass. The sudden wet flick of his tongue against my tightest place made me jolt.
“Nik—”
But he didn’t stop. Hooking one arm around my thigh to lock me in place, he splayed his other hand over my belly. His tongue circled, pressed, again and again, slowly and deliberately, until the shock transformed into heat.
I bit my lip as my head fell back.
God help me—it felt good. So good…I was about to come apart.
“You’re dripping on my tongue,” he murmured against me. “Sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever tasted.”
He moved upward, parting me with his mouth. Then his tongue found my clit. He bit, sucked, and flicked in sharp, deliberate patterns until I was panting.
“Play with your tits,” he ordered. “Come on, Lacey—show me how you like it.”
My hand found the swell of my breast, and I began to squeeze, rolling the nipple between my fingers as his mouth devoured me. The pressure in my core wound tighter, the fire building fast.
