Page 19 of Love to Defy You (The Dark Love #2)

Keep your friends close, but keep your enemies closer, as they say, but which one is Mikhail? I’ve always considered him my closest and most loyal friend, but my trust in him is fraying at the seams.

“Okay. Once you transfer the cryptocurrency, I will begin my research.”

“Thanks.” I end the call and slide the phone into my pocket.

I return to the manor and slip inside as quietly as I left. After ascending the staircase to the second floor, I nudge open the first door I find just enough to see inside. The lights are off, and the room is empty.

It’s a spacious bedroom with high ceilings and decorated with French antique furniture, including a four-poster bed in the center with white linen curtains pulled back around it. The fireplace is cold and scrubbed clean, so I imagine this is a guest bedroom that doesn’t get used often.

It’s ideal for privacy.

Moments later, heels click on the wooden floor in the hallway outside the room. I smirk. She’s right on time.

I turn around and find Willow in the doorway looking like a delectable treat.

Despite the double homicide that Enzo practically confessed to tonight, I wasn’t unaffected by the hedonism in the billiard room.

But there’s only one person I want to satisfy the growing hardness in my pants, and I have to adjust myself to ease the ache.

Until Mikhail is ready to leave, I may as well pass the time the way I want.

Willow closes the door behind her and glances at my groin. “So, what did you guys do after dinner?”

I take a step toward her. “We went to a room full of booze and Russian whores.”

She stops in her tracks and bristles.

I prowl closer, closing the distance between us. “But there’s only one whore I want.”

As I crowd her space, she steps back until her back hits the wall. “Whores are paid,” she says in a breathless voice.

With a smirk, I reach into my pocket and pull out my wallet, where a few crisp one-hundred-euro notes are folded inside. “How much for a lap dance?”

“Depends.” Her eyes flick down to the wallet. “Is it just a lap dance?”

“Hmm, what other services do you offer?”

She brings her fingers to my pants and hooks them in my belt. “One hundred euros for the lap dance, three hundred for a blow job.”

“Wow, that’s cheap.”

She smacks my abs with the back of her hand, making me chuckle. I pull out three hundred euros before sliding my wallet back into my pocket, then slip the bills under the hem of her plunging neckline. When I graze her peaked nipple, she rewards me with a breathy moan.

“Now, give me what I paid for, whore.”

The corners of her lips curl up, and she steps around me. Her gold heels are the only sound cutting through the silent room as she walks away from me, and my gaze is drawn to her round ass swaying beneath the sheer skirt, covered only by an undergarment matching the color of her flesh.

As much as I hate to admit it, that bastard Enzo was right. Willow loves to draw the male gaze to her body.

But what he doesn’t understand is that Willow has no intention of giving them what they want. Only I have the privilege of touching her.

She crosses the room toward an upholstered chair in front of the dark fireplace, then turns around to beckon me over with her finger. Loosening my tie, I obey, and as I cross the room, I drop it on the floor.

I take a seat in the chair and lean back, stretching my legs wide in front of me and letting my arms hang over the armrests.

Willow comes around the chair and stands between my knees. Her full, burgundy lips curl into that Mona Lisa smile that drew me in the night we met—the one that hinted at salacious secrets.

Tonight, it’s a wanton promise.

She places her palms on my shoulders and slides them under my suit jacket. When she pushes it down, I sit up a little to help her pull it off me, and she tosses it over the back of another chair.

Her hands find my shoulders again, but this time, she drags them down my chest, hinging forward as she brings them down to my thighs. When her fingertips brush my cock over my pants, it twitches with interest.

The little minx turns away, and her ass comes close to my face as she bends forward to rest her hands on my knees. Using them as leverage to lower herself, Willow begins to gyrate her hips in a circle, wiggling her perfect ass in my lap.

I run my fingers up her thigh, but she swats my hand away. “No touching. That’s the rule.”

But I ignore her, cupping my hand over her ass and kneading my fingers into it. “What happens if I break the rule?”

Willow straightens up and walks away, and a growl rumbles in my chest. My skin turns cold without her touch, or perhaps it’s because all the blood in my body is draining toward my dick to make it stiff. I adjust myself again, but it’s growing uncomfortable.

My gaze follows her as she bends over and picks my tie off the floor, and as she walks back toward me with slow, deliberate steps, she palms the silk. With a devilish smirk, she walks behind me and pulls my wrists behind the chair, where she ties an intricate knot to secure my arms behind my back.

Her hands rest on my shoulder as she leans over to whisper in my ear, “Then you get punished.”

I’m starting to understand why Willow loves to defy me at every chance she gets. The punishment is so worth it.

She resumes where she left off, and with her back to me, she sits down in my lap with her hands on my knees. With slow, torturous movements, she grinds her ass against my cock, which is as hard as the black diamonds hanging between her breasts.

Willow pops her ass, then drags it back down over my abs to return to my lap. When she bounces on my cock, I groan.

I want to feel the wet heat of her mouth wrap around my length.

She draws herself up to a standing position between my legs, where she runs her hands up and down her hips as she sways her buttocks in my face. When I reach to touch it, I meet resistance behind my back, and no matter how hard I try to break my restraints, it holds. She did well.

Willow reaches around to undo her zipper and drags it slowly down her back.

“Seems you didn’t need help with the zipper after all.” My voice is husky.

She throws me a wicked smirk over her shoulder. “It’s always easier to take it off than to put it on.”

Once the zipper is down, she bunches the sheer skirt in her hand, inching the hemline up her legs to reveal her smooth skin underneath.

At last, she draws the dress up and over her head, then lets it fall to the floor beside her. All that’s left is her flesh-toned underwear, which sits on her hips. But her back is bare.

When she turns around, I’m rewarded with a flawless pair of breasts, her nipples jutting out from the tan areolas surrounding them.

“Fuck, look at you,” I breathe. The heavens themselves sculpted her in the image of a goddess.

A pale pink blush blooms across her cheeks. She rests her hands on my shoulders to steady herself as she lifts one leg over my thigh, then the other, and straddles my lap with her face hovering over mine. Her warm breath comes in soft, shallow pants as her hands come up to hook around my neck.

Her heat comes to rest over my erection, and she rolls her hips over it. Only a few layers of clothing sit between us, but they prevent her from taking me deeper.

Her movements quicken as she starts to bounce on top of me. Drawing her bottom lip between her teeth, she lets out a breathy moan against my forehead, which is beading with sweat. With ragged gasps, she throws her head back and closes her eyes, using me to mount her pleasure by dry humping my cock.

Although, there isn’t anything dry about it. I can feel the head of my cock sliding against the precum in my briefs, and when she draws back, her arousal creates a wet spot on her underwear.

What I wouldn’t give to clamp my mouth over it, to tease her through her clothes the way she’s teasing me. I bet I could make her climax with her panties still on.

“Suck me off,” I rasp. “I want to feel your lips around my cock.”

She crawls off my lap and sinks to her knees between my legs.

Her palms press into my thigh as she slides them toward my belt buckle, and it doesn’t take her long to undo my pants.

I shift my hips up to help her slide them off, freeing my erection, and she shoves my pants down around my ankles, allowing me to spread wide for her.

“You look so pretty on your knees for me, malishka. ”

Her tongue sweeps across her lips, wetting them with a light sheen before she draws closer. I can feel her breath on my stiff cock the moment before she dives down on me, and when she pulls me in, I groan.

She doesn’t start slow. Both of us are ready for release, and she starts bobbing her head up and down my length, taking me so deep she gags.

As tears leak from her eyes, her mascara streaks like subtle brushstrokes of black ink beneath her lower lash line.

Dark lipstick is smudged along the corners of her mouth. Her perfect face made imperfect by me.

I’ve ruined her, inside and out, and I relish it.

My darkness has left a permanent stain on her soul, but like the moon goddess Selene, she thrives in the dark. Under my care, she evolved into the woman she was always meant to be—fierce, passionate, and unafraid to embrace the depths of her depraved desires.

Before, she ran from it, and it manifested as depression that chipped away at her soul little by little. It wasn’t until she was allowed to fall apart in my arms and reach rock bottom that I could put her back together again, stronger and more resilient.

I’m the glue that keeps her from breaking, holding the shattered pieces of her soul together with mine.

Willow holds the base of my manhood in her hand and draws her tongue along the vein. A shudder rolls down my spine as she wraps her lips around me once more.

I want to break out of my bindings to fist her hair and drive into her mouth, but I can’t, and it adds a layer of sensual frustration that only heightens my need for release.

I piston my hips upward until I hit the back of her throat. “Touch yourself, malishka .”

Obeying my command, she reaches down between her legs and slips her fingers into her underwear. She massages herself in slow circles, and when she hums, I nearly bust in her mouth.

But that’s not where I want to come.

“Let me come on your chest.” It’s a struggle to speak as I gasp for air. “I want you to walk out of this estate with a pearl necklace wrapped around your throat so everyone knows you’re mine.”

I want Enzo Messina to know she belongs to me.

When Willow comes, her scream is stifled by my dick in her throat, but the vibrations of her voice send me over the edge.

My balls tighten, my only warning before I bust, and I jerk my hips down to withdraw from her mouth just in time.

A roar breaks loose from my chest as my seed spurts forth, coating her mouth and neck.

This girl never ceases to amaze me. The euphoria only she can provide me is addictive, and if I die buried inside her, I would die happy and fulfilled.

Willow kneels topless and ruined on her knees. Cum leaks from the corners of her mouth and drips onto her breasts, creating a bewitching image that sears into my memory.

She’s ruined me, too.