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For a heated moment, Vivian seemed to forget the role she played.That’s right, honey. Melt for me.Vivian, out of control—hotter than hell.Slowly, she stiffened against him, seeming to resurface. Once that happened, she ran her hand up the back of his head, grasped his hair, and pulled, struggling to regain the upper hand.

Joke was on her because he liked the sting. Instead of backing down, he kept up the bruising pressure. Before he could kiss her brainless again, she bit his lip, hissing, “Enough.”

“Hey now,” he grated. Warmth trickled down his chin. The little vixen had bloodied his lip.

She eyed his mouth, her expression one of false anger. “Now look what you made me do. My Liam is eager.”

My Liam.He ignored the fact he didn’t hate the way that sounded.

She trailed her hands down his shoulders. Her nails sank deeper as she raked them over his pecs. He bit back a curse, hissing at the burn, yet arched into her hands. It hurt too good.

Panting, he stared at her, hungry for more of her swollen lips. He leaned forward to take the lead again, but her narrowed eyes had him rethinking the urge. He gritted his teeth, pushing back into the pillows.

“Good boy,” she purred. “My poor Liam. You’ve cut yourself. Give me your mouth.”

“Thought you’d never ask.” He tilted his face to hers, bringing them nose to nose.

She licked the cut with a slow, sensual glide of her hot tongue, then sucked his bottom lip.

Vivian sampling his blood stirred something primal inside him. He flexed his arms in his bounds, eager to get his hands on her. The sound of tearing fabric put him in check. He sure as hell wasn’t ready for the party to end. No way he was risking her putting an end to things. He exhaled a slow breath, urging his pulse to slow.

Vivian abandoned his lip, the loss bittersweet. That was until her hand glided over her shoulders and pushed her robe down her arms. Black silk pooled around her hips. Liam took in every inch of her. By the gods, she was beautiful with her flawless skin, narrow waist, and large breasts with cherry nipples.

Her smile turned sultry. Yeah, she liked him looking at her.

She confirmed as much when she said, “I haven’t had an audience this captive in decades. I remember the way you used to watch me when I danced. How you practically made love to me with your eyes. It was quite titillating.”

He remembered as well. “I enjoyed watching you on that stage. Later, I would rub one out while I pictured you just like this. Straddling my thighs, gorgeous breasts bared for me, pussy grinding my shaft.”

At his coarse confession, her golden eyes flared with delight. In a breathy tone, she said, “While I danced, I often fantasized it was just the two of us. In my mind, this was exactly where I was.”

Oh yeah, his girl was just as depraved as he was. Just the way he liked her. To his delight, she slid her hands up her thighs to her stomach, then cupped the weight of her breasts in her palms. While Liam stared, slack-jawed, she plumped her flesh, teasing her fingers over her hardened nipples. “Want a taste?”

He sputtered, his answer incoherent.

Thankfully, she took his strangled sound as a yes. She leaned in and offered him what he so obviously desired.

Unlike the pillaging kiss he’d planted on her earlier, this time, he teased. Flicked her nipple with his tongue. Tormented her stiffened peak. Damn, she was sweet.

“Liam,” she moaned, and he took her fully into the hot recesses of his mouth. “The other. Now, the other.” At her desperate command, he released her with a hungry grumble and feasted on her neglected breast.

At length, he released her, nuzzling his face into her neck, panting. “Fuck, Viv. You taste even sweeter than I’d imagined.”

“You’ve not even tasted the honeyed parts,” she teased, gripping his engorged shaft through his briefs. His hips bucked at her touch. Gods save him, but he almost came on the spot.

“Mon grand,” she purred in appreciation, unable to circle her fingers around his girth.

Damn right, he was grand. No need to translate. Liam was packing a lot more than those pencil-dick aristocrats she’d been hanging around. Though Vivian didn’t seem intimidated. Not in the least considering the hungry look she sent him.

Without hesitation, she glided down his thighs and drew his waistband down, scraping the elastic over his swollen shaft. Even this light contact had him shuddering. “Holy hell, woman.” With his all too eager help, she freed him of his briefs.

Instead of reclaiming her seat, she reclined across his thighs, gazing up at him like she had all the time in the world. Just having her eyes on him had his dick twitching. Precum beaded on the tip of his swollen head. Vivian eyed his length and licked her lips, a cat eager for a bowl of cream.

“Viv, honey. You’re killing me here,” he groaned.

She peered up at him from beneath her lashes. “You cannot blame me for savoring the image of you tied to my bedposts. Sweat glistening on your skin, muscles flexing, cock straining, eager for my attention. Anticipation is the sweetest kind of torture,non?”

“Non,” he replied, mimicking her accent. “I mean,oui.Whatever. All I know is, the way you’re draped across my lap is one of the best things I’ve ever laid eyes on.”