Page 31 of Daring Wicked Love (Wicked Dade #2)

When Frederic carried me outside to the garage, I struggled to ask what he was doing when his mouth was working its magic on my neck.

His teeth nipped at the sensitive parts of my flesh, making me moan and grind my hips down onto him, especially when he rolled his tongue along the red skin.

Impressively, he managed to get us through the door and up the stairs into my converted apartment without setting me down once.

Somewhere between his assault on my neck and his rock-hard cock pulsating through his trousers right against my core, he had pulled the straps of my dungarees and vest top down giving him perfect access to my collarbones.

Goosebumps riddled my arm, my nipples hardening by the second as he lazily kissed along the exposed part of my chest while his hands cupped both my ass cheeks and cemented me down harder on him.

When he slowly set me down, I failed to hide my disappointment.

“Don’t do that,” he said, his lips brushing against mine. “I hate it when I’m the reason you don’t smile.”

My hands cupped his face. “Why did you put me down? Also, why are we here? There are plenty of good bedrooms back in the main house.”

A smirk tugged the corners of his mouth. “Remember our little game in the swimming pool?” He pulled my dungarees down to my hips before removing my vest top, revealing my breasts. Newfound hunger sparked to life in his eyes. “ Mon Dieu, you have no idea how much you turn me on. It’s maddening.”

He cupped my breasts, his fingers teasingly stroking each of my pebbling nipples until my back arched into him.

“Orla, I asked you a question.” He pinched my left nipple tightly, drawing out a hiss. “Do you remember the game?”

“How could I forget?” I sank my teeth into my bottom lip as he leaned down and rolled the tip of his tongue over my aching nipple. “What about it?”

“I believe there was mention of a vibrator?”

My body stilled as my pulse quickened.

“Be my good girl and get it.” He gave my nipple one last tug before stepping away. “And take off the rest of your clothes while you’re at it.”

Mentally patting myself on the back for remaining upright and not melting into a puddle of my own mess at his filthy words, I all but ran to the bedroom.

Stripping off the rest of my clothes, I grabbed my vibrator from the bedside table and quickly checked that it had a charge.

It had been a while since I used it last, before we went to Nice maybe? Or longer? Whenever it was, I silently prayed there was enough charge left in the thing for whatever wicked things Frederic had planned.

As I turned around, I was greeted with the handsome French devil standing, watching me.

It was downright impossible to feel anything but desired at the way his gaze devoured every inch of my naked body.

A look I wanted to experience forever.

“Lie back on the bed and spread your legs open for me,” Frederic said. “Show me how wet you are. Show me how desperately you want me to play with your pretty little cunt.”

My pussy pulsed, wetness leaking from between the lips and demanding to be touched by him and only him.

I did exactly what he said. Lying down, I slowly opened my legs, basking in his sharp inhale as I pointed my bare soaking pussy right at him.

“You have no idea what you do to me. I think about you day and night, you’re constantly roaming my mind,” Frederic moaned.

Footsteps came closer, and I felt the bottom of the bed dip as he kneeled between my open knees.

“I want you to show me how you pleasure yourself. I want to watch you make yourself come with that until you are dripping all over these bed sheets.”

Sweet lord in heaven.

I swallowed against the dryness in my throat. All the moisture in my body had gone to one place and one place only.

The buzz of the vibrator silenced the heaviness of my breath. Trailing it down my chest, I ran it over my breasts, circling each of my nipples with the toy.

My knees reached to meet, my pussy in desperate need of friction, but two hands gripped my knees.

“Don’t you dare hide from me,” he said, fingertips marking my skin and keeping my legs apart. “I want to see you, every part of you. Never hide from me, Orla.”

I whimpered at his rough touch.

Dragging the vibrator down, I used one hand to push my wet lips apart, the noise of my neediness coating my fingers, causing Frederic to curse. Wriggling my hips, grinding down on the toy, I rested the buzzing head right on my clit.

“Tell me what you’re thinking about,” Frederic said. “Tell me what you fantasize about when you play with yourself.”

Sucking in a deep breath, the nerves in my clit burst into life, sending beautifully delicious waves through my entire body. “I think about… Oh my …”

“Come on, Pixie, use your words.”

I ground my hips down harder on the toy. “I think about you.”

“Keep going.”

Everything was on fire. The soles of my feet. The palms of my hands. My scalp prickled as little stars burst into life before my very eyes. “I think about you fucking me. I imagine you fucking my soaking pussy and my mouth.”

“Does that make you come, mon lutin parfait ? The thought of me stretching all your tight holes? The thought of my cock covered in your spit as it slides down your throat?”

I whimpered. “I come to the thought of your cum filling me.”

“Does that turn you on? Imagining your tight cunt so full of cum that it drips down your legs?”

A shudder rolled through me. I was so fucking close. “I want to feel you come inside me and make me yours with every single drop.”

“Is that what you want?” he breathed. “Do you want me to make you mine?”

Yes.

My whole body clenched. A moan ripped through me and erupted from my throat. My legs twitched, my back arched up as I ground up and down on the vibrator, rubbing myself against it without mercy.

“That’s my girl,” Frederic praised, watching me unravel before him. “You’re perfect, so utterly and beautifully perfect like this.”

Before I had a chance to come back down, I felt the tip of his cock push against my opening. He’d thrown his trousers and shirt to the side, giving me the perfect eyeful of his lean, toned chest. I wanted to sink my nails into it, to leave my mark on him forever.

“You want me to fill you? To have my cum dripping out of your pretty pussy?”

I nodded weakly.

“That way, everyone will know who you belong to.” He pushed just the tip into me. “Because the truth is, Orla, you are mine.”

I didn’t fully grasp what he said as he slammed fully into me, stealing all thought and reason.

His hands grabbed my waist, pulling my hips off the bed and placing both my legs on his shoulders. “Keep that vibrator on your clit while I fuck you.” His lips traced my ankle. “I want you to remember this moment the next time you ever think about getting jealous.”

My pussy clenched around him tighter, the head of his cock so fucking close to the spot that would be my undoing.

Running the vibrator along my clit, my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I adored his possessive touch, the vibrations, and his thick cock stretching me — it was all beautifully too much.

I loved it.

Just like I loved him.

“Orla, look at me,” he said tightly. “I want you to look at me and remember every word I am about to say to you.”

It felt like an impossible task, but I forced my eyelids open and met his gaze.

“You.” Thrust . “Are.” Thrust . “Mine.” Thrust . “And.” Thrust . “I’m.” Thrust . “Yours.”

I’m his.

He’s mine.

With one more thrust, he impaled me deeply, hitting that sweet spot that caused me to scream out his name in sheer, torturous pleasure. His teeth sank into my ankle, his body twitching as my own convulsed, feeling every drop of him hit my spot.

I swear I blacked out for a moment.

Forget fucking runners high, give me orgasm high.

My body sagged when he lowered my legs, fingers delicately stroking the area he bit as he remained kneeling between my weak legs.

Watching him, I couldn’t make out the range of emotions flickering across his face. Regret? Doubt? Shame? Hope? Love?

“It’s okay,” I said quietly. “I know you didn’t mean what you said.”

His brow shot up. “What?”

“I know you saying I’m yours and that you’re…you’re mine was just a heat of the moment thing.” I swallowed my own bitter words. “Sex talk and all that, it’s coolio.”

Hot, unforgiving tears pricked in the corner of my eyes, threatening to undo me.

“It’s not ‘ coolio’, ” he said firmly. “It wasn’t just sex talk or whatever you call it. I meant it. I meant every single goddamn word.” Exhaling slowly, he ran his hands down his face. “I know what I want, Orla. I know it because I am looking at it.”

I opened and closed my mouth again.

Was this a dream? Had I actually died during that last orgasm?

“It’s been a long time since I felt anything remotely like this, because I refused to let myself ever feel like this again,” he continued. “I convinced myself that anything that resembled love or caring for anyone was a weakness. It had ruined me before, so why wouldn’t it again?”

Sitting upright, I reached for his hands. “That’s understandable.”

“You deserve someone better than me,” Frederic said. “I’ve been telling myself that for weeks, fighting with myself to walk away from you. But I’m too fucking selfish to walk away, not when you’re all I can think about. You’ve consumed me, Orla, and it scares the shit out of me.”

“I…”

He cut me off. “When I was a boy, I lost my maman to her mental illness. That destroyed me beyond repair. The only way I knew how to protect my heart from all that grief and sadness was by turning to anger and resentment.” His thumb moved back and forth across my knuckles.

“I did a lot of things I’m not proud of because of the rage I let consume me.

I hurt people, including my own family.”

I didn’t say anything. I wanted him to tell me everything. I wanted to know every crook, every thorn, the light and dark in him, every part of him that would make me fall deeper in love.

“Maura was the first person to break through that angry shield, and although looking back, I should have seen through her lies, I fell in love with the person she pretended to be.” He refused to meet my gaze.

“When the truth about her came out, I was more ashamed of myself for letting her in. Furious at having let my guard down, it was easier to shut back down and revert straight back to my old ways. That anger and resentment wrapped itself tightly back around me again, because it’s how I knew to protect myself. ”

A feeling I knew all too well.

Frederic and I were the same person in many ways, the only difference being that I had the help and support to break the vicious cycle of anger that ruled my teenage years.

“I never found out the real reason why Maura hid Penelope from me for two years, though she often used to say it was because I was unlovable and wanted to protect Penelope from someone like me.”

Fresh tears blurred my vision. “She’s a liar.”

“Almost losing Penelope was the first step I needed to put my life back into perspective. She became the beacon of light in my dark life, the reason for my being,” he said with a small smile.

“But outside my love for her, I refused to be fooled again. I refused to give anyone else the power to ruin me…until now.”

I choked on a sob.

He reached for my cheeks, thumbs wiping away the tears escaping without my permission — little traitors.

“I’m not telling you this for your pity.

I am telling you this because I want to be yours, fully.

I want that more than anything, and though my heart is daring me to love you, I just need time.

Time to be the best I can be for you, time to learn how to unsheathe this armor I have worn for far too long. ”

“But you’re perfect for me now.”

“You’re too good for me.” He leaned forward and ran the tip of his nose along mine. “When I give you my heart, I don’t want it to still be clogged with my past.” He exhaled unsteadily. “I’ve looked into therapy sessions, and though I hate the idea of it, I start next week.”

I leaned into his palm, my lips pressing into the soft flesh as I didn’t trust myself to speak.

“All I ask is for you to give me some time to be the man worthy of you. I understand it’s a lot to ask…”

“I’m not going anywhere, Frederic. Take all the time you need.”

“I don’t deserve you.”

“Yes, you do,” I said thickly. “But for what it’s worth? I’ve fallen in love with you, armor and all.”