Page 24 of Devious Truth (Vicious Sinners #3)

“ D on’t move.” He slaps his hand onto my thigh, gripping me harshly.

“Who can see us?” I tense. He’d said we were alone, but are we really?

“No one.” He rubs away the slight sting. A red splotch is left behind. “Look straight ahead, Vee. In the window.”

Across the vast living room is the exterior wall. Floor to ceiling windows overlook the heart of the city.

Lights twinkle in the windows of surrounding buildings, and at first, all I can see is the city skyline, but then I focus closer. We’re mirrored in the glass.

He stares at me through the reflection as he lifts my left leg and drapes it over his, spreading me open for him.

“No, don’t close up. I want to watch you.” He brings my hand between my thighs, placing it over myself. “Touch yourself.”

“I don’t…” Before I can refuse him, he slaps my thigh again, harder, sharper this time, making me yelp.

“Are you going to be a bad girl tonight, Vee?” His question comes out so calmly, if I didn’t know him better, I wouldn’t understand the warning glaring at me through the words.

“No.”

He sighs. Slaps me again.

“No, sir!” I amend quickly.

“Then spread your legs again and play with your pussy for me.” He taps my left leg.

Covering my hand with his own, he presses my fingertips into my clit, rubbing in a perfectly pressured circle. My eyelids drift closed, and I lean back into his chest.

“Watch in the window.” He nudges me with his chin. “I want you to see how beautiful you are, playing with your sweet pussy for me.”

Unable to disobey him, I find our images in the window again. Not long ago I would have denied him everything. Doing his bidding wouldn’t have even been a consideration for me.

Now, draped open like this on his lap, watching our hands mingle over my body, feeling life being breathed back into my soul, I can’t seem to deny him anything.

His smile, his approving touch, the sweet words of pride that he utters…I chase them down, eager for the next word of praise.

I’m not sure how it’s happened, but here we sit.

“Such a pretty girl,” he whispers into my ear as he removes his hand from mine. “Keep playing, that’s a good girl. Get your pussy nice and wet for me. Such a good girl.”

I moan; it’s lustful and prideful, and it escapes me without hesitation as he cups my breast.

“Your tits are beautiful. Exactly the right size.” He squeezes. “Perfect.”

I press harder into my clit, rubbing slightly faster. He smiles at me through the reflection.

“I’m going to hurt you, and you’re going to be a good girl and take it for me.” It’s not a request, just an expectation.

I brace myself, unsure of what he’s going to do. He pinches my nipple between two fingers. At first, it’s only a warm tingle, but then he pinches harder and harder, until I’m squirming beneath the pain.

“Such a good girl. You can do it. You can take it for me, can’t you?” He kisses my cheek. “Keep playing with your pussy, make your pussy feel good while your tits burn.”

“Oh, god.” I tense as the pain gets worse, as he twists and pulls my nipple.

“You can do it for me, I know you can.” He pulls a little more. “I’m going to let go now.”

It’s a warning.

He releases, and at first there’s relief. It’s short lived, as white, burning pain rushes to the area as the blood supply starts flowing again.

I cry out, curling inward as the pain subsides.

“You did a great job.” He picks up the brass knuckles from the arm of the chair. “Getting your pussy nice and wet for me.”

My eyes are glued to his hand as he brings the spikes of the knuckles to my left thigh.

“Ivan—”

“You can do it. If it’s too much, you tell me to stop. I’ll stop.” He presses the spikes against my inner thigh. “Ready?”

“You’ll stop if I say?”

“I will.”

“You won’t be disappointed?” My fear has been given a voice.

“I will never be disappointed if you tell me the truth, Vee.” His voice hardens. It’s a vow.

The spikes press into my flesh and sparks fly through my body. I close my eyes, take in a deep breath.

Slowly, he drags the knuckles up my thigh. Sharp pricks of pain build as he presses harder, bringing the knuckles up to where my hand is still obediently touching myself.

“Fuck that was beautiful.” His voice is raw, on edge. “Again,” he lifts the knuckles and puts them back at the starting line.

I tense, lift up a little. This time he’s pressing harder, the pain intensifying as he moves further into my inner thigh.

“You like this, being my good girl, getting your pussy ready for me while I play with you.” His voice dances over me, sending vibrations all throughout my body.

I’ve never felt so alive. So seen before. Sex with Derek was fine, he was attentive and soft. This is on a different level. We’re not even in the same stratosphere as the woman I was three years ago.

“Yes, sir.” I roll my head back, letting the sensations ripple through me.

“So fucking good for me.” The knuckles clamor to the floor as he drops them. “I need to taste you.”

In the next instant, he’s in front of me, kneeling between my legs. He grasps my hips, dragging me until I’m at the edge of the cushion.

He inhales deeply, looking up at me through heavy, hooded eyes.

“You smell so fucking good.” With his eyes still laser focused on me, he brings his tongue to my pussy. His eyes roll, and his moan vibrates through to my clit.

I fall back onto my elbows as he pushes my legs up until they’re draped over the arms of the chair. He spreads me wide open for him, and he devours me.

His hands wander over my body. Not in gentle caresses, but grips of desperation. As though he needs to touch, to feel every bit of me. He grabs a handful of my ass, lifting me higher up to his mouth as his tongue lashes across my clit.

“Oh god. So good.” I tilt my chin down, opening my eyes to find our reflection.

One of the most powerful men in the world kneels between my thighs. It’s hard to breathe.

In one thrust, he plows two fingers into me, and I cry out again.

“That’s my girl. Can you take three?” He wiggles a third finger in, curling them at the same time and sending a current of need through me that I’ve never felt before.

“Ivan.” I slide my fingers through his hair, fisting and holding him to me. “Please. Don’t stop. Don’t stop!”

He scrapes his teeth over me, drawing me closer to the edge.

“Do you want to come for me? Are you going to be my dirty girl, coming all over my face?” He thrusts his fingers faster, twisting them one way then another.

“Yes.”

“Say it, Vee. Tell me you’re my dirty girl.”

“I’m your dirty girl! Oh god, please don’t stop…oh god, I have to come. Please!” I drop my hand to the chair, grabbing onto the edge as his tongue continues to lift me from this plane to the next.

“Then come for me, dirty girl. Make it loud.” He presses the flat of his tongue harder against my clit, moving it in perfect rhythm, matching it with his fingers.

My orgasm barrels through me, and I scream.

I cry out until my throat feels like it’s going to split in two.

I’m barely able to breathe, but my body continues to hum beneath his administrations.

He presses a gentle kiss to my thigh, to the red markings his brass knuckles have left behind, as he slips his fingers from my pussy.

“Taste yourself, sweet girl.” He shoves his fingers past my lips, running them over my tongue. I’m too caught up in the dark swirl of arousal in his eyes to do anything other than obey.

He kneels up, cupping my face with both hands and kisses me deeply. I can taste myself on his tongue and smell the scent of my arousal clinging to his neatly trimmed beard.

“I need to be inside you.” He growls against my mouth. In the next instant, I’m on the floor, the soft area rug beneath me.

He kneels between my thighs, ripping his shirt off and throwing it aside before reaching for his belt.

Feeling emboldened by the delicious hum my orgasm has left behind, I sit up, grabbing his belt buckle.

“Let me?” I ask I peer up at him.

He gives a nod, and I tear open the buckle, then unbutton his slacks and rip down the zipper before shoving his clothes over his hips. His cock bursts free.

When I reach for it, he snatches up my wrist. “Not this time, sweet girl. But soon, your mouth will be stuffed with my cock.”

He leans over me, pushing me to the floor, kissing me again as he plows into me. Both my wrists are pinned over my head by his massive grip.

“I’m never going to get used to how good you feel.” He kisses me, nips at my lip, thrusts harder.

Pulling my knees up toward my chest makes him groan. I love the sound so much, I pull them up higher and hook my ankles behind his back.

“I want you to come again for me.” He licks the spot just below my ear lobe.

“I don’t know if…oh god.” I roll my head to the side when he slows his thrusts, angling his hips, and the head of his dick hits perfectly.

“Sure, you can. Come for me again.” He rolls his hips again. “I love the way you sound when you do. The way you lose control. Do it again.”

With his free hand, he reaches between our bodies. Easily finding my clit as though he has my entire body memorized, he gently rolls it beneath the pad of his fingers.

“See, you’re already getting close.” He nips at my jaw. “You can do it for me, can’t you? You can come for me one more time?”

There’s deviousness in his smile as he looks down at me. A glimmer of something sinister mingling with his arousal. I’ve never been someone’s toy before. A month ago, I would have thought it humiliating to be toyed with like this, being given instructions, seeking praise the way I am now.

But the overwhelming joy that bursts through my core when he gives it is too mind-blowingly amazing to ignore.

As I stare up at him, watching me with his devil’s grin, my body coils, hot and on edge. My mouth falls open, breaths come in short bursts. My skin is electric, sending zaps and tingles in every direction.

“That’s my girl. So close.” His fingers work faster, his thrusts more powerful.

“Ivan!” I scream as another orgasm explodes within me.

He releases my wrists, grabbing my hips with both hands as he plows faster into me, chasing down his own orgasm. His expression tightens, his lips curl between his teeth.

I raise my legs higher still. His eyes roll back. He thrusts more powerfully, then again, before stilling. Releasing a roar of pleasure, his back bows and he unloads into me.

Moments pass, and he leans over me, propping himself up on his forearms. Still seated inside me, he kisses me warmly. Even with the gentleness, I sense his fierce possession.

“You were a very good girl tonight, Vee.” He runs the tip of his nose over my cheek. “I’m very proud of you.”

A balloon of joy fills my chest.

“Now, I’m going to feed you, then put you to bed.” He lines up our gazes. “And in the morning, we’ll talk about the wedding.”