Chapter 14 Malice #2
I wrap an arm around her, splaying one hand low on her stomach. She squirms against me, and that just makes me harder.
Luckily, the marble railing in front of us is thick and ornate enough to block the view of my hand on her from anyone who might happen to look up.
Good. Because I don’t plan on stopping here.
“That’s exactly what I want,” I murmur roughly. “I’ve never seen anything as fucking gorgeous as you leaking Ransom’s and my cum. And then sitting up to lap at Vic’s cock like you were starving for him. You have no idea.”
Willow shivers, but she makes no move to escape my hold.
“Shut up,” she whispers, her voice breathless.
“Why?” I scrape my teeth over her ear, making her shiver in my hold. “I thought you said you want me to tell you the truth. And there’s no lie in anything I just said, Solnyshka.”
My cock is hard as steel by now, and my control is rapidly disintegrating—not that I had much of it to begin with. Keeping one hand on Willow’s stomach, I let the other one trail over her upper thigh through the slit in her dress, then slide it between her legs.
Willow’s pulse picks up. I can feel her heart pounding harder where I’m pressed against her body, and I could almost swear I feel it in her pussy too, her clit throbbing beneath my fingertips as I graze them over her.
I drag one finger along her slit through her panties, feeling the dampness of the fabric there, and a groan vibrates in my chest.
Fucking hell. She’s already wet for me.
“That’s what I thought,” I murmur, teasing the edges of her panties before slipping my fingers beneath them. “It doesn’t seem like you mind being called a slut right now.”
“I said shut up,” she bites back, but judging from the way her hips press forward to grind against my hand, she needs this as badly as I do.
“Do you really want me to do that?” I press, stilling the movements of my hand but not pulling away yet. “Do you really want me to stop?”
She doesn’t answer. The only sound between us is her ragged breathing.
“Last chance,” I warn her, my voice strained. “You tell me to stop, and this ends now. But I don’t think you will, Solnyshka. Because like it or not, I know you better than you think. And you fucking love this.”
“No, I—”
I don’t even wait for her to finish speaking. I start to pull my hand away, calling her bluff, and Willow lets out a whimper, grabbing my forearm with her small hand to stop me. Her grip is tight, her nails digging into my skin, but I relish the bite of pain.
“Use your words,” I tell her again. “What do you want?”
“I…” Her fingers flex almost convulsively, and her voice is hardly more than a breath as she says, “Don’t stop.”
The beast inside me roars, and immediately, my hand is between her legs again, my fingers going straight to her clit.
“We did what we had to do to keep you safe from X,” I tell her, working my fingertips over the little bundle of nerves.
“But that doesn’t mean we didn’t fucking enjoy it.
And the fact that you enjoyed it too doesn’t mean there’s something wrong with you.
There’s nothing wrong with liking to be fucked dirty. With liking it rough.”
Each word is punctuated by a teasing press to her clit, and Willow goes stiff against me, like she’s trying to keep herself from losing control.
Good. That makes two of us.
I can see her scanning the crowd, trying to make sure no one is watching us, but at this point, I don’t think I’d stop even if they were. Not when I’ve finally got a chance to binge on the only drug I’ve ever been addicted to.
Her.
I cup her whole cunt with my hand, grinding the heel of my palm against her clit and stroking my middle finger along the heat of her folds through her panties. The soft fabric is slowly getting more and more soaked, and the smell of her arousal fills my senses, driving me insane.
My cock is pulsing insistently, and I want nothing more than to pull her dress up and slam into her, fucking her right over this railing, not giving a shit who sees.
But I don’t do that.
Instead, I keep working her up slowly, determined to drag this out as long as possible.
“Someone’s going to see you,” Willow mutters, the words choppy and disjointed as she sucks in a breath.
“They won’t,” I counter, pressing my hand even more firmly against her. “Not if you keep quiet. Can you do that for me, Solnyshka? I’m gonna be honest, I hope you can’t.”
I feel more than hear the strangled moan she bites back, and it turns my own breathing ragged as I keep going.
Finally, I slide my fingers back under her panties, slipping them to the side so I can touch her with nothing between us. Willow almost sags in relief, and her knuckles are white as she presses her hands against the top of the railing.
I let one finger glide along her soaking wet slit and flick her clit a little, just to tease.
“Remember when I came to your class?” I ask her, still in that same low voice.
Still with my mouth right there against her ear.
“Remember how I worked my fingers into you just like this?” I dip one finger into her pussy, thrusting shallowly.
“And you came so hard for me, right there in the back of the classroom?”
“I…” Her voice dies out before she can get another word out, and I thrust my finger all the way into her.
“I know the risk of being caught turned you on. Do you like the idea that anyone could see us?” I whisper. “That they might all know how dirty you are? That they could look up and see you grinding against my hand right now like a greedy little whore?”
Willow doesn’t answer, but I can feel her trembling against me. Her hips buck into my touch, and I pull my fingers free of her for a second, pinching her clit.
She gasps at that, but doesn’t pull away, as if the slight pain is something she wants.
“I could make you scream if I wanted to,” I promise her. “I could take you apart right here and make you come so hard you’d scream out for all these fucking rich people to hear.”
“Malice,” she whimpers, grinding against me, and the sound of my name in her voice like that is enough to drive me insane.
My cock is so fucking hard it’s almost painful, but I ignore it, focused on Willow right now.
I work her clit with two fingers, pressing them right against the little bud and rubbing it in slow circles.
“Let go,” I tell her. “I know you want to come for me. You’re so fucking close, I can feel it. You don’t have to fight it.”
She chokes back a moan, but the way her hips are thrusting forward makes it clear she’s right there on the edge. I could give her what she wants so easily, forcing her to come.
But I hold back, slowing down again. Pulling her tighter against me, I press my own hips forward so she can feel how hard I am through my pants.
“Tell me,” I whisper. “Tell me you’re my good little slut. Tell me you want to come for me.”
Willow whines and shakes her head, and I make a tutting noise.
“You must not want it bad enough, then. You want me to leave you like this? Worked up and needy where everyone can see? They’ll take one look at you and know you’re right there on the edge.”
I start rubbing her faster, letting her get closer, and then slow down again.
She makes a noise of frustration, and I chuckle darkly.
“Tell me. Tell me, and I’ll let you come.”
“I… Malice, please.”
“Not good enough. You know what I want to hear.”
I pinch her clit again, and I can feel it when she gives in. When the need to come apart outweighs whatever fears or hang-ups are holding her back. She slumps a little, her body still tense and tight, poised on the knife’s edge of pleasure and need.
“I… I’m your slut,” she finally whispers, sounding desperate and so fucking beautiful. “I’m your slut, and I want to come for you.”
Approval roars through me the same way possessiveness did earlier. “Good girl,” I whisper and then plunge my fingers into her, fucking her hard and fast with them.
I can feel how wet she is with each thrust, my fingers slamming into her body, working her up more and more until her inner walls clamp down tight.
She spasms against me, biting her lip to try to hold back the muffled noises as she falls apart. I keep one hand on her stomach, helping her stay upright and keep her composure as she shudders through her pleasure.
When she finally stops shaking, I slip my hand out of her dress, giving her a second to find the strength in her legs before I step back. My cock pulses with disappointment, and I have to grit my teeth to keep the distance between us.
Willow turns to look at me, and as soon as our gazes meet, I lift my hand to my mouth, licking my fingers. She tastes sweet, the way she always does, and combined with the lingering scent of her arousal, it’s enough to drive me crazy.
And if I thought she looked beautiful in that dress before, she’s a fucking vision now, her cheeks flushed and her pupils blown wide.
I breathe in raggedly through my nose, and neither of us moves for a long moment.
“Ya yeshche nikogo tak ne khotel, kak tebya,” I tell her, letting it slip off my tongue in Russian.
I know she doesn’t understand the words, and maybe that’s for the best.
I’m not sure I’m ready for her to know just how deep my feelings for her run.