Page 34 of Filthy Little Regrets (Princes of NYC #2)

Biting my lip, I grip the hem of his shirt and curl up, yanking his top off.

My full D cups sway with the movement and, suddenly, I’m naked beneath him.

He’s all muscle and strength, and I’m all softness and curves.

There’s a moment of self-doubt, but the heat in his gaze burns hotter as he takes me in.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, eyes focusing on my face as he lowers his mouth, blowing on one of my nipples.

“So perfect.” He flicks his tongue over the pebbled skin.

“And best of all,” he says, rolling his thumb over my clit, “you’re fucking mine.

” His lips seal around my nipple and he sucks hard, eyes fluttering closed.

I arch my back, trying to find the energy to tell him I’m not his, but the fingers inside of me stroke over my G-spot, and I gasp, giving up the fight and burying my fingers in his hair.

He hums in approval, taking his time worshiping my breasts as I writhe beneath him.

Mace bites my nipple, hard enough to shock a breath out of me, and his eyes meet mine again as he pulls off with a pop.

A wolfish smirk cuts across his face. “I like the pretty sounds you make.”

I hate giving him anything to enjoy, but like the devil himself, Mace seems to know my every wicked desire.

His lips coast down my body, barely brushing along my skin, and goose bumps chase after him as fire swoops down my spine and pools between my legs, the very path he’s taking.

He pulls back, adjusting his position, dragging me down the mattress until my legs hang over the edge of the bed and he’s kneeling before me.

He nudges my legs, spreading me, and places my thighs over his shoulders.

With his mouth mere inches from where I want him, he roves his gaze over my cunt like it’s a piece of fine art.

My every nerve is coiled tight, desperate for him to finish what he’s started, but he draws out the moment, as if he wants to memorize it.

I roll my hips, none too subtly dropping hints. “Please,” I breathe, zero pride to be found. “Please, Mace.”

He licks his lips, then meets my gaze again as he moves his thumb and lowers, tongue sweeping through my slit. “Good girl.” He circles my clit, then flattens his tongue to taste every inch of me, adding a third finger, stretching my walls.

My pussy throbs, clenching around his fingers, he hums against me. The vibration tingles over my skin, and my hands find their way back to his hair, smoothing through the short strands and tugging hard as I rock my body to meet his tongue.

Mace moans against me and buries his face against my cunt, licking and lapping and tasting until my toes curl and electricity dances up my spine.

I’m clinging to him, shamelessly rubbing against his face, but that only seems to spur him on.

He eats me out like I’m his last meal, his hot tongue devouring every inch of me and swirling over my clit.

Sealing his lips around me, he sucks hard.

Stars burst across my vision, and I cry out.

So close. So close. So close.

He doesn’t relent. Mace knows I haven’t come yet.

He knows to keep going, to grind his tongue harder against my clit, suck a little deeper, press against my G-spot until my thighs clamp around his face.

He flicks his tongue faster and faster. Relentless.

Determined. So fucking perfect. Pleasure detonates inside of me, bursting from my center, liquifying my muscles, tingling over my skin.

I pull his hair, probably too hard, but my back curls off the mattress and his name tears from my throat.

Mace growls against my pussy, lapping up my cum as aftershocks riddle my body.

My muscles twitch, and I gasp as he glides his tongue through my slit, humming in approval as his fingers slide out of me.

I’m so painfully empty, but he soothes away the ache with his mouth, tasting me until I suck in a hard breath and release his hair, massaging his scalp in apology.

I glance down to find his eyes on me. A lazy grin runs across my face. “You look so good between my legs,” I tease him.

He takes one last taste, lashing my clit, before rising and crawling on top of me, but he doesn’t settle his core against mine.

I frown, though I refuse to admit that I really want him to fuck me. A woman has to have a little pride.

His eyes glitter with knowing. “See what happens when you follow the rules?” he asks, placing his hand at my throat and capturing my lips.

The taste of my cum is still on his tongue, salty and delicious.

I reach for his cock, but he knocks my hand away, breaking the kiss and squeezing my throat. “Tell me what you want.”

“You know what I want,” I murmur, reaching for him again.

He pins my hand above my head, tsking. “You think I’m going to fuck you after you defied me?”

I narrow my eyes. “I stayed in your bed.”

“But you also didn’t,” he says, finally dropping his hips to meet mine. Even with the material separating us, his cock is warm and...pierced.

My eyes widen. Holy shit, Mace has a Jacob’s ladder.

He rocks against me a few times, then sighs. “Naughty girls don’t get to fuck.”

I huff. “You’re only hurting yourself.”

Blue balls suck. Surely he’s only teasing.

“No,” he says, rubbing his length against me. “I can wait.” He grinds down, and my pussy lips part around his length. “You want me to fuck you?”

I nod.

“Then you stay in my bed. Every night. No exception.” He flexes his fingers on my neck. “Will you be a good wife and listen?”

“You know what? I kind of hate you,” I rasp.

He lifts an eyebrow. “But you want me to fuck you?”

I cross my arms, full on pouting. He smirks, kisses me again, and climbs off the bed, adjusting himself and walking into the bathroom. The door snaps closed. Irritation slithers through me.

He’s so annoying.