Page 38 of Vicious Secrets
“That’s it, be a good girl and ride me, Robyn.”
She moves faster, bucking her hips in short bursts. I curl my fingers. Her eyes shoot open, and her jaw slacks. The shaking of her thighs tells me she’s close. I can’t take my eyes off her face. The quiver of her bottom lip, the squeaky sounds coming from the back of her throat, and the fire smoldering in her eyes for me, because of me, steals my focus.
Stroking my cock in pace with her thrusts, my hips buck against my fist. Robyn’s eyes dart to my lap for a blink. In the next blink, her face is an inch from mine, and one of her hands is flat against the headboard near my shoulder.
I lean toward her. Robyn’s panting breaths run over my mouth. She closes the distance, pressing her lips against mine in a soft kiss that doesn’t match the erratic movements of her body. I kiss her back, sucking her lower lip between my teeth. She moans and fists her hand in my hair, trapping our mouths together.
I pull out of her pussy. Her cry of protest is muffled by my lips. Wrapping my arm around her back, I tug Robyn against my side and shove my fingers into her from behind. Slapping my palm against her ass, I pound into her.
She slumps against me, her mouth rests on mine, and her breasts press against my shoulder as she becomes boneless from pleasure.
“Is this rough enough?” I ask against her mouth before kissing her again.
“Yes, Siro,” she moans.
My cock swells against my palm, and my stomach muscles clench. The combination of her moaning my name and the sloppy wet sounds coming from my fingers between her legs is all it takes to knock away my barriers.
“Fuck, I’m about to cum for you, Robyn.”
Her pussy contracts around my fingers, and she cries out my name.
Lights burst before my eyes before my vision blacks out. A rush of tension releases from my body, and cum hits my belly in spurts. Robyn swallows my moans as her tongue dances with mine. My limbs twitch, and the hand inside of her stops moving.
Slowly, I return to reality. Robyn rests against me, her face in the crook of my neck, and our sweaty bodies stuck together. Her vibrator is off and discarded behind her.
“You alright?” she asks between panting breaths.
My eyebrows rise. “I’m fine. How’s the woman who took half my fist?”
Robyn chuckles. “Tired. Sticky. Worrying about you regardless of impending aches.”
I can’t bear to ask for details. The answer might kill me. Or worse, it’ll give Cupid’s ass an easier target.
Chapter 12
Robyn
“I’vewaitedsolongfor this day. It doesn’t feel real,” Siro says behind me in the closet.
I turn around to find him staring at the point of my reflection in the mirror where my butt was. He frowns at the spot as if I’ve eaten his treasured leftovers.
My eyes roll. “I don’t think walking into the oath swearing with an erection matches the vibe we’re going for tonight,” I say as I walk away to poke through the jewelry drawer. “Didn’t you warn me earlier you’d be extra cold, broody, and unaffectionate tonight?”
“Yes, and that’s a pleat, not my cock. But thank you for the compliment, dear wife.”
“Pleats don’t run along the inseam,” I mutter as I select a diamond tennis necklace.
The white gold graces my skin for no more than a second. Siro plucks the clasps from my fingers and returns it to the drawer.
“This is too demure for a woman about to become everyone’s Queen.”
Everyone’s? Who did I rule over before? I hope he’s not talking about the drunken tourists who tried to give themselves banana bags or the countless number of questionable stabbing victims his men send in. They make horrible constituents.
A black velvet box slides across the closet island. I look away as he opens it with one hand, and I bite the insides of my cheeks to stop my lips from pursing.
“You’re adorably bad at spending money.”
My mouth dries as a heavy pear-cut ruby surrounded by marquis diamonds settles against my breastbone. The chain of oval rubies with diamond halos pokes my neck as Siro adjusts it. Without looking in the mirror, I know I’m wearing my annual salary around my neck.
