Page 81 of Villainous Intent

His thumb stroked over my lower lip.

“A sane man would have seen a woman demanding to be consumed. He would have seen exactly what you are and dragged you into the shadows to take what you were offering. Instead, he insulted you with a polite compliment.”

He pulled his hand away and let out a slow breath like he was trying to reign himself back in.

“Finley would have given you mediocre sex, Annie. A few clumsy thrusts, a polite apology, and zero release. You were willing to settle for that just to spite me. But I’m incapable of mediocre. I’m going to give you the best sex of your fucking life. But release?” His smile turned into something cruel. “You’re not getting that. Not from me. Not tonight.”

He dropped to his knees and I tensed as he gripped my thighs and forced them wider. The cool air hit my pussy, but it was immediately replaced by the heat of his mouth. With the first swipe of his tongue, a high, thin sound tore from my throat.

I was used to men who treated pussy eating like a chore. Men who hesitated, who approached me with polite, obligatory licks, waiting for me to tell them to stop. Cipher ate me with a terrifying, single-minded focus. His hands went to my ass, locking me against his mouth. He sucked me hard, a wet pressure that felt like it was pulling my soul out through my clit. It was borderline painful and it was the best fucking thing I had ever felt in my life.

“Fuck,” I sobbed.

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. It was a masterclass in pussy eating. I tried to arch into him, to grind myself against his mouth harder.

“Look how fucking wet you are for me.” I felt him smile against me. “You’re a greedy little slut, aren’t you, Bishop? Dripping all over my chin while you’re strapped to my bed.”

He sucked my clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue in a relentless rhythm that pulled the tension painfully tight in my stomach. The world narrowed down to the wet sounds of his mouth and the agonizing build of pressure. I hovered right on the precipice, my muscles seizing as the orgasm threatened to break.

He stopped and pulled his mouth away.

“No!” I cried out, twisting against my bonds.

He smiled savagely at me, his mouth glistening with my arousal. I swore at him as my orgasm moved further from my reach. Then he dove back in. This time, he shoved two fingers deep inside me. The stretch was perfect, filling the empty ache while his thumb joined his tongue in a brutal assault on my clit.

The climax rushed at me twice as fast. I arched my spine, chasing the release, begging for it. He ripped his fingers out and abandoned my clit just as the first wave of pleasure tried to crash over me.

I snarled. Enraged and completely out of my mind, I kicked out at him with my foot.

He caught my ankle effortlessly and shoved my legs further apart.

He buried his face between my thighs again. No fingers this time. Just his mouth, his tongue, and his teeth scraping lightly against my swollen flesh, dragging me right back up that impossible cliff to leave me dangling over the edge once more.

He denied me again and again. By the fifth denial, I was so desperate, I clamped my thighs together, trying to force the climax out of my body from the pressure of my legs.

Cipher shoved my legs wide. Before I could even process what he was doing, his hand came down hard.

Smack.

I squealed from the sharp sting of his palm striking my pussy. He kept his hand pressed firmly against me.

“Did you just fucking smack me?” I asked, shocked.

His eyes were flat and pitiless. “I told you, Annie. You’re not permitted to come.”

The arrogance of him snapped whatever fragile tether of obedience I had left. I gritted my teeth and forcefully rolled my hips forward, trying to grind myself against the heel of his hand.

Smack.

He struck my pussy again, harder this time. The sting flared across my hypersensitive nerves and a desperate moan ripped from my lips. Fuck. It felt good. The sharp bite of pain a perfect counterpoint to the ache between my thighs.

Cipher arched a dark brow, catching the exact moment my body melted into the sting. He gave me a wicked smile.

“You liked that,” he crooned.

I shook my head, desperate to deny the twisted craving spreading throughout my entire body. I would do anything for the sharp sting of his palm.

Cipher dragged his thumb directly over my clit and I cried out as my pussy clenched around empty air.