Page 44 of Vicious Secrets
Siro’s other arm loops around my waist and crushes our chests together as his mouth meets mine. He nips at my bottom lip and swipes his tongue across it, chasing off the sting. He must have found confirmation of the truth: that smile was real.
My eyes close. I trace the seam of his mouth and swallow his groan when his tongue meets mine. He kisses me like he’s branding me. Like he’s staking an undeniable claim over who owns my mouth. In comparison to his hunger, my own passion barely registers as a craving.
Each lick, bite, suck, and caress sends a new wave of desire roaring through me. The waves smash together, threatening to pull me under and drown me in Siro’s possessiveness and my own pent-up feelings.
“Siro,” I whisper against his mouth, unable to break free of him. His physical hold is light, almost gentle, like he’s ready for me to run off scared. My own addiction to his affection keeps me trapped. I don’t want this to end, but if it produces a panic attack for Siro, I won’t be able to cope with the whiplash. “Don’t. Don’t—”
He pulls away in an instant. My eyes fly open, and my hand’s fist in his shirt as wooziness from the smothering slaps me.
Concern pulls his face taunt, curling his upper lip, and his chest freezes under my palms.
“Don’t push yourself,” I gasp out and lick my lips. “And not here.”
Siro relaxes and tucks my head under his chin. “Stop worrying about me. I want this. I want you to touch me,” he whispers. “But, you’re right. Let’s go home.”
I snicker as I step back, breaking free of his embrace. Walking in front of him, I catch Siro adjusting his erection out of the corner of my eye before we leave the dining room.
“That’s not a pleat,” I say and bite my bottom lip.
Siro huffs and catches up to my side in the hall. I search the nearly empty foyer and spot Fabi waiting by the door. It’s like he expected us to want to make a hasty exit. The three of us sneak out the front door and hop into the car. The drive home is quiet and uneventful.
“You got the night off, Boss?” Fabi asks when we pull into the parking garage under the building.
“Yes, and so do you.”
Fabi turns his head in my direction and cocks a brow. I can’t tell if he’s teasing or questioning me. Ugh, Fabi’s good at his job, but I could do without the knowledge he knows all the intimate details of my life. I ignore him and hop out of the car as soon as Siro parks it.
We ride up the elevator together and bid the bodyguard farewell on his floor. The second the doors close, Siro scopes me off my feet into a bridal carry. My yelp of shock shows up after a delay from orienting myself.
“You first,” he growls. “And the dress stays on.”
“Me first, what?” I ask as the door chimes and slides open.
Siro grins like a madman as he carries me all the way to our bedroom before dropping me. I land on my back on his side of the bed with my legs still resting in the crook of his arm. He plucks my heels off and tosses them aside. I don’t hear them smack against the floor over the blood rushing in my ears.
“Is the Queen of secrets and sin wet for me?” he murmurs as his hands trace my thighs up to the hem of my skirt. His fingers are like ice against my overheating skin. He shoves up my skirt and curls them under the fabric of my panties, tugging them off in one go.
My legs splay open, and the room’s ambient air hits my pussy, sending the wrong kind of shiver up my spine. He sucks in a sharp breath and falls to his knees with a thud that might send Fabi skittering upstairs to kick down the door.
He spreads my legs wider and drags my hips to the edge of the bed. Kissing along my inner thigh, he groans. “Fuck, Robyn. Even if you only ever let me look and not touch, you’ll keep my addiction fed.”
My fingers twist in the bedding. I’m ready to beg and plead for his mouth if he doesn’t move faster.
Siro spreads my labia with his tongue flat. He pushes my knees closer to my shoulders and laps at me with slow strokes, savoring every drop of my arousal. My legs shake under his hold. I moan his name as I thrash my head from side to side.
“Your taste makes me feral,” he groans and nuzzles his nose over my trimmed curls. “The way your body reacts to me drives me insane.”
He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I cry out. The suction is far from enough to make me cum, but Goddamn, does his sweet talk have me riled up.
“Fuck, yes. Scream for me.”
I don’t know why my smile brought out this side of Siro or if I’ll ever see it in private again. It’s the side of him I only see at public events, and it’s dangerous.
He alternates between sloppily kissing my pussy, teasing it with his tongue, and sucking on my clit.
“Siro,” I say between shaky breaths. “Please. Finger me.”
He groans, his breath skirting along my damp skin. “Not yet, babe. I’m not ready to let you cum.”
