my fingers inside, curling them in a way I knew would drive her wild. She pulsed around me, her wetness dripping and the sound of me fingering her was almost scandalous.
“Yes!” Lila hissed. “I hate it.”
“Don’t like me speaking French to another woman?”
Her eyes rolled back, as the heel of my palm pressed against her tender sex. “Maddox…”
“Answer me.”
She glowered, a vicious glint in her gaze. “You never spoke French to me,” she spat, before letting out a low moan. Her eyes widened, her face flushing even redder in embarrassment, and she bit on her lip, hard.
“Je veux te baiser.”
Lila inhaled sharply at my French, her nails digging into my wrist. They’d leave her marks behind, that I was sure. It stung, the pain making my cock harder. She was probably drawing blood right now. I’d gladly bleed for her.
“What?” she whispered.
Lila’s legs quaked, and her whole body trembled, on the precipice of her orgasm. She slapped her hand over her mouth again, muffling her desperate moans, as they kept spilling from her lips. My head lowered to her chest, my lips hovering over her tit.
“I want to fuck you. Right here, right now,” I said, my voice throaty and husky. Goddamn it, I was about to spill in my jeans. My dick throbbed, practically weeping for a slice of heaven… and hell.
Her nipples poked through her crop top. The outline of the tight, hardened tip was tempting. My teeth grazed over the tiny nub through the thin layer before I nipped her, a sharp bite, as I rolled and tugged her clit between my thumb and forefinger.
“You can’t,” she cried out, as I dragged her release from her.
Lila threw her head back, her eyes closed. Her orgasm hit her, at the same time, my gaze found Lucien.
Perfect timing.
His face paled, a mask of shock and anger. His lips curled as he took a threatening step toward us. I cocked an eyebrow at him.
Lila came down from her high, and she gasped in alarm at the sight of Lucien standing there, watching us.
Frantically, she tried to push away from me. Not so fast, little dragon.
Gently pulling my fingers from Lila’s skirt, I brought my hand up to my lips. “Oh God…” Lila whispered in horror, as if she knew what I was about to do.
Little does Lila know…
She ignited a possessive need inside of me. Something fierce, something dangerous, something… wild.
Her juices and her sweet, musky scent coated my fingers, as I licked them clean, keeping my eyes on Lucien.
He paused, his chest expanding and his face darkening dangerously. Lila’s skirt was still bunched up to her hips, her thighs spread open for me, her panties obscenely tugged to the side. Her pussy was visible enough to Lucien, red and swollen from my fucking.
Fuck, I was going mad.
I wanted to smear my cum all over her pussy and have Lucien take a look, showing him what was mine and what he couldn’t have.
Lila tugged her skirt back in place, quickly patting down her hair. Her eyes lowered to the ground in embarrassment. Her legs shook, still weak from her orgasm, and she stumbled forward, before I wrapped an arm around her waist, anchoring her to my body.
I licked my lips, tasting the remnant of her pussy juices. “My apologies, Lucien. My girl and I got a little carried away. We’ll be finishing what we started in our room. If you’ll excuse us.”
Lila avoided looking at Lucien as we walked past him, but the moment we were out of his vicinity, she turned on me.
Her fist thumped against my chest, the action catching me so off guard that I ended up stumbling back a step. Shocked, my lips quirked up. Feisty, just like I liked it.
“You… are an asshole!”
Lila stalked away, her red heels clicking over the marble floor. She took the elevator, and still grinning, I took the stairs to the fourth floor. She was already in our master suite when I got there, pacing the length of it.
Her wild eyes met mine the second I walked through the door.
“That was completely unnecessary! What is wrong with you? You knew he was standing there, didn’t you? Huh, for how long?” Gone was soft and pliant Lila in my arms as she orgasmed. In her place was my favorite hellion. In that moment, I realized… Lila wasn’t fragile like a flower. She was fragile like a ticking bomb, and I just poked her.