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Page 34 of Mischief Mayhem

“Good.” She pushed the bottom piece of her costume to the ground before stepping out of it. I licked my lips when she walked toward me, all long legs and fishnet stockings. I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue, and stared up at her, waiting for her to rub that pretty little clit in between my lips.

When she got close enough, she grabbed my hair and dragged my face to her cunt. I sank in like a starved man, licking her from opening to tip, relishing in the deep noises that poured out of her throat. God, she tasted good—like strawberries and pussy and sweat. I wanted to roll around in her scent to mark myself with it. I wanted it buried in my skin so that anyone else that tried to get close to me would know she’d laid claim. I wanted to implant my own smell into her molecules so that no one would dare touch her again. I may have liked to be dominated in the bedroom, but out in the real world, I was six foot five inches and two hundred and fifty pounds of kick ass. No one would touch her without going through me first.

She dug her nails deeper into my thick locks and rocked against my face, moaning when I pulled her clit into my mouth and sucked it like a dick.

“Yes,” she murmured. “Yes, right there.”

“May I finger you, Mistress?” I traced my free hand up the inside of her thigh, cupping the skin close to her pussy without touching it.

“Do it,” she said.

I nudged my digit inside her warm, wet pussy, slowly at first. Fuck, she was tight, and I sighed, imagining what it would feel like to get my cock inside her for the first time. The sex we’d have would probably rock my fucking world and leave me ruined for anyone else. But I didn’t want to think about that. I squeezed my dick with one hand, fucked her with the other, and focused on lapping at her delicious, sensitive flesh.

“Fuck, I’m close,” she said. “Keep doing that. Keep?—”

I followed directions like a star student, licking and sucking and rolling her around in my mouth like the sweetest candy in the world. She clamped my hair harder, holding me in the spot she wanted while her body tightened, indicating her release. When it flooded my mouth, I lapped that up, too, sucking down whatever she’d give me, desperate to consume all of it. I’d never been so overjoyed to have a person come on my face, not once in my whole life.

Once she’d had her fill, she stepped back and ran her palms over my head while I focused on my own orgasm. It wouldn’t take much. I brought the fingers that had been inside her to my mouth and sucked them clean, and as her decadent taste slid down the back of my throat, I burst open at the seams. Come flew out of my cock harder and faster than it ever had before, including the night at the clubhouse.

My vision darkened. My mind went blank. I fell forward on my free hand, panting and gasping and struggling to see straight as I fucked my own fist through it.

“There it is, huh?” Verona kneeled in front of me, cupping my cheeks while I broke apart. My orgasm hit me in the gut, knocking my entire soul out of my body before ripping it back home again.

When I could finally suck in a deep breath, I sat back on my heels and rubbed my face, trying to get my fucking shit together again.

“Are you okay, Hollywood?” V stroked my chest, down to my torso, and back up again, using touch to ground me in the present, to bring me back to reality.

“I’m fucking great.” I smiled as I struggled to focus on her. She swam in my vision, blurry and shiny like Christmas lights in the snow. “You’re amazing, you know that? You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“All right,” she said with a laugh, pulling me into a hug with her arms wrapped around my neck, cradling my head like it was the most precious thing in the world. “You’re a quick trigger for subspace. Good to know.”

“I really like you, V,” I muttered, my lips practically numb. Like she’d said, I’d fully submerged into my endorphins, letting them pull me into that liminal weightless feeling where the world became sparkly and none of my issues mattered anymore. “I would eat your pussy every morning if you’d let me.”

That made her giggle harder as she kissed across my forehead to my temples and down my cheeks, peppering my skin with affection. When she got to my mouth, she held my chin in place so she could press her warm, soft lips to mine.

It was delicate and compassionate compared to what she’d done to my body, but it meant everything to me. She didn’t see me as a piece of meat and she wouldn’t wreck me only to leave me alone in subspace on the cold wooden floor. No, V stayed with me until it passed, kissing my mouth and my neck and my face, silently telling me she cared for me despite the damage she’d done.

Perhaps it was the buzz or perhaps it was fifteen years of friendship suddenly collapsing into something new, but when she pulled away to stare in my eyes, I saw my future in hers.

I saw kids and a house and a big wedding with her family. I saw her tying me up for the rest of my life and taking out all of her frustrations on my ass. I saw everything I’d ever wanted and she was the one who could give it me.

Or rather . . . I could give it to her. We could give it to each other.

I’d never been so sure about anything ever before.

12

VERONA

Hollywood’s smile blinded me as I hauled him to his feet and led him across the hall to the bathroom inside my room. It had a bigger tub and, after the carnage I’d created on his back, I thought warm water would help.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his eyes still hazy from the comedown. I sat him on the toilet while I adjusted the water, making sure it wasn’t scalding.

“You’re adorable, Hollywood.” I walked back over to him and stood in between his legs, raking my nails through his hair to massage his scalp while he preened for me. “Let me see your back.”

Grinning, he turned around so I could assess the damage. I’d broken the skin in a few places, but nothing serious and nothing that hadn’t been done to him before. Once he got out of the bath, I planned to rub antiseptic on them to make sure they didn’t get infected. I ghosted my fingers over the V I’d carved into his skin with my teeth, making him hiss in a breath and arch his away from me.

“I liked when you bit me the most,” he murmured.




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