Page 79 of Claimed By the Villain

She’s flushed, her hair falling loose from the bun.

I know she carries my name now, but it doesn’t feel like enough. I want to mark her as mine.

To lick and bite every inch of her skin.

To make her scream for me as I bury myself in her soft, hot body.

I shrug off my blazer and finish pulling off the already-unbuttoned shirt. I never stop looking at her while I do it, andJackie takes deep breaths, as if trying to steady herself, her breasts rising and falling like pure temptation.

“You’re fucking perfect,” I say, sitting on the bed. “Come here and spread your thighs.”

I can see on her face the mix of emotions that always drives me insane: a trace of shame, quickly swallowed by the passion flooding every inch of her gorgeous body.

She obeys but won’t meet my eyes.

“Look at me and spread your lips for me, Jackie.” I could lay her down on the bed, but what I want is her surrender—her trust to take the pleasure I can give her.

She accepts my command, and my eyes drop to the small triangle of trimmed hair between her thighs.

“Touch me. I need your hands on me,” she begs.

“Where do you want me to touch you, baby?” I ask, reaching to pull her closer by the ass until her breasts are level with my mouth.

She takes my hand and presses it between her thighs. The moment my fingers brush her, Jackie moans.

“You want my fingers fucking this tight pussy?”

She nods, restless but silent.

I lift my hand, brushing my fingers across her lips. “Suck them.”

She does, and my whole body aches with arousal, her obedience making me crazy.

“Look at me,” I order, lifting one of her legs onto the bed, opening her even wider.

Without gentleness, I drive two fingers deep into her tight cunt.

“Ahhhhhh . . .”

“Fuck!”

Her pussy clamps down, pulling me in, taking everything, even as each thrust forces me to push past her tightness.

Her hands dig into my shoulders, nails raking my skin, and the wet sound of my fingers working her fills the room.

Jackie rides my hand, swaying where she stands, lost in her own pleasure. Her moans are filthy, her eyes heavy with lust. “Lucifer, I . . .”

“Look at me while you come.”

Her slick walls squeeze around my fingers. “Please, harder.”

“That’s it. Beg me and I’ll give you what you need.”

She does, grinding down on my hand without stopping.

With my free hand, I unzip my pants, needing to ease the strain of my cock.

Her gaze drops to my lap as I start stroking myself slowly, just to tease her.