Page 102 of Heartless Heathens

“Ohhh,” she moaned out, unabashedly.

Her right hand slapped down on Corvin’s leg and squeezed the moment I entered her, he cleared his throat and adjusted himself awkwardly. She came loudly while I continued to pump my fingers in and out of her, no longer trying to be discreet while Sonny finished up his summary of what our families stood for. Her nails dug into my legs through the fabric of my pants and I looked over to Corvin to find him suffering through the receiving end of her pleasure.

“Leadership has always been passed down through the Blacks. That's always how it went. For generations they only had one sole heir so there would be no motivation for foul play. When Arlan Black is gone, leadership will likely go to me.” He added the most important bit to test her attention.

“Why?” she asked, panting.

I stroked her clit with my thumb, still plunging two fingers in and out of her with a heady rhythm.

“Because Arlan’s only daughter died. As well as ours,” she frowned, breathing heavily from coming down her climax. “Your presence is demanded, not optional.” His eyes darted down once more before he took a deep breath and turned on his heels to walk out of the room and into the shower.

To jerk off, I was sure of it.

“Brother unless you plan on joining me, I would also get the fuck out of here if I were you. I’m about to have my dinner on this couch,” I said without looking at him, hooking my arm around Romina’s waist and stealing her from him.

I dropped her flatly on the couch with a squeal.

I saw the way her eyes darted over to him with my proposal, but he just scratched his head awkwardly before getting up and leaving the room. He’d get over this complex he had eventually, once he realized he was the only one who was seeing his own self-fabricated flaws.

“Here?” she whispered out and I laughed.

“Here, there, anywhere, everywhere? Does it fucking matter? I’ll have you anywhere and anyway I want. Did I not just prove that to you, pretty girl?” I asked her with a grin.

“I think you made Sonny even more mad at me.” She sighed and I barked out an even louder laugh.

“Oh Mina, I can tell you one thing I know for sure. He isnotmad at you.” She frowned up at me. “He’s mad at himself, because no one ever taught him how to love, and now that it’s smacking him right in the face, he thinks it’s your fault for making him feel it.”

She took my words in like she was really processing them and figuring out what they meant to her.

“It isn’t.” I clarified and she let out a tiny fraction of a smile.

I crawled down her body, stopping where the hem of her skirt sat high on her thighs.

“I want to make you cum until you either die of it or my tongue stops working.” I lowered my face to her pussy, pulling her underwear down to expose her to me completely.

I didn’t stop until her screams of pleasures echoed out through the high ceilings of the chapels, nearly loud enough to be heard colliding through the copper of the bell up above in that tower. Feeling her writhe and trembling in my hold had become this addicting part of my day that I couldn’t live without.

There was something so right about her coming undone at my touch, and though it hadn’t been my intention she was set on doling out pleasure just the same as she received it. I wasn’t here to deny it either because every time she took my cock in her hands or her mouth, I died a better death than the last time.

“Oh fuck.” I took a deep breath and pushed into her mouth. “It’s like you were made for me.”

I stroked my fingers through her hair, and she hummed appreciatively at my praise, hollowing her cheeks and relaxing her throat while she took nearly all my length into her mouth. She pulled back with a sharp inhale, tears dropping down the side of her face from nearly gagging on my cock.

“I could watch you choke on me all day.” I encouraged her but instead she pulled back completely, dropping me from her mouth.

“I want more,” she said and I raised an eyebrow at her.

“Come sit on my face.” I beckoned her from her knees to where I sat on the couch, but she shook her head at me.

“That’s not what I mean.” I exhaled heavily, not wanting to go through this again.

“It’s not that simple.” I pulled her up to me, but she pushed me back with a scowl.

“Then explain it to me, because it’s starting to feel like it’s very simple, but you’re just hoping I’m too stupid to understand it.”

“That’s not true so don’t even fucking say that.” I glared down at her in a way I didn’t think I was capable of, but there was a certain kind of rage building at the idea that she thought that was how I felt.

I’d proved my feelings already.