Queen Takes Rose (Wicked Villains #6) - Katee Robert Page 0,66

lips. “Malone.”

“You’re terrible at following rules. Absolutely horrid.” She parts my pussy with her thumbs, resuming that idle touch that is somehow even hotter than when she’s driving me to orgasm. She touches me like she owns me, and in this moment, I’m not sure she’s wrong.

She considers me. “I would like a picture of this.”

It takes me several long beats to realize she’s asking permission. I should say no. The videos are bad enough; giving her yet more ammunition is a mistake. But I’m already nodding. “Yes.” A small, fierce part of me gets off on the knowledge that Malone will be undoubtedly fucking herself while she looks at this picture sometime in the future, after this assignation has long since passed.

If that’s not power, what is?

She already lives rent-free in my head. Forgive the fuck out of me if I want to return the favor, even in this small way.

Malone pulls her phone out of a pocket tucked into the leg of her pants and lifts it. “Gods, Aurora. You’re sin personified.”

“I don’t believe in sin.”

“Neither do I.” She clicks a few pictures and then leans forward and pushes two fingers into me. Another click of a picture. Malone licks her lips. “Yes, this will do.” She hooks my pants and pulls them the rest of the way off me and then does the same with my bra. “Come along.”

I expect her to head for the exit, but she moves to a door on the other side of the room. It leads to a hallway that looks like one in every other high-end gym in existence. Malone bypasses the locker rooms and walks to a door with a narrow window.

The sauna.

Malone points to the door. “Wait for me in there.”

I obey. I don’t even consider arguing, not when the idea of letting heat work its way into my tired body sounds like a little slice of heaven right now. I know that’s not all that’s on the menu, and it only makes my anticipation grow. The sauna is a square room with a wooden bench seat in a U-shape against three of the walls.

A few minutes later, Malone returns, wrapped in a white towel. She perches on the bench next to me and lets out a long sigh. She closes her eyes and rests her head against the wall. “Relax.”

Relax. Is that supposed to be a joke? How am I supposed to relax when a mostly naked Malone is sitting six inches away?

I shift to face her. Now is the time to put some distance between us, to accept the boon of silence she’s obviously intent on offering me. Except… I don’t want to. “Malone.”

“You are outstandingly terrible at following orders.”

She’s not wrong. And yet, I can’t seem to stop myself from reaching out and running my finger along her sharp collarbones. Her skin is already dewy with sweat, just like mine, and I find the sight intoxicating.

“Aurora.”

I ignore the warning in her tone and skate my fingers down to the spot where her towel is tucked into a fastening over her chest. The tiniest of tugs, and it slithers free.

“Aurora.” She opens her eyes. “What are you doing?”

“I don’t know.” I shift to my knees in front of her and part the towel, pushing it aside to bare her body. Malone isn’t flawless, for all that she’s so gorgeous, it actually hurts to look at her. There’s a small scattering of scars on her torso and one on her thigh that looks like it might have been a bullet wound. But, gods, the strength poised in her narrow frame. I place my hands on her thighs and coast them up her hips and sides, inching closer.

“You don’t know.” She arches a brow, but I don’t miss the way she parts her legs a little more to make room for me.

“No.” I lean forward and rub my face over her breasts. Even after coming so much today, I’m practically shaking with need from being this close to her. “I just…need you right now.”

21

Malone

Every time I think I understand Aurora, that I can anticipate her moves, she throws me a curveball. Another time, I might luxuriate in the surprise to have her kneeling between my legs, running her soft hands over my body. Another time, I might play this out beat by beat, twining the pleasure around us until we’re both shaking with need.

Another time.

Now, I simply sit and let her touch me. Let her trace patterns over my