Children of Vice (Children of Vice #1)(54)

“What is it?”

She sat on me in shock. Her blue eyes glanced down at her marked breasts, as if she wanted to make sure she hadn’t imagined it, then at me. Slowly, a wicked grin spread across her lips.

“Sir? Did you hear me?”

“I—”

She snatched the phone from me and spoke, “Thank you for calling Mr. Callahan. He’s currently on his honeymoon and will not be available…until he’s available. Please don’t bother him unless it’s an emergency. Thank you, bye.”

She threw my phone over her shoulder, sending it onto the ground. Wiggling herself from my waist onto my cock, however, she didn’t let me in her. Instead, I was tortured with the feeling of her * rubbing onto my cock.

“For all you know that…” I closed my eyes, inhaling at the feeling of her before speaking. “That could have been an emergency.”

“More of an emergency than your wife?” she said softly, placing her hands on my chest, leaning forward, her hips never stopping. “When you fell asleep I made a decision to get to know you better…right now I just want to know the many different ways you can make me cum.”

“It’s always about you, correct?”

She had declared so only an hour ago.

“Yes.” She kissed my lips softly. “I don’t care how you do it, husband...just make me cum.”

We were both dazed. Half asleep. Half awake…and horny. I knew that was the only reason why we were both like this…why I didn’t give a damn about whatever it was Toby had called to ask me…and why I wanted nothing more than to do exactly as she asked.

Flipping us over, pinning her underneath, she held her breath, the eagerness in her eyes only matching my own. Sitting up onto my knees, I lifted her hips to me. Her eyebrow rose and before she dared speak and further tempt my restraint, I lifted her thighs higher, so high her back came off the bed and her hands branded themselves on the sheets under her, as I placed her legs on my shoulders, licking her *, already wet for me. My tongue darted, teasing her slowly.

“Ahh…” She moaned, rocking into my mouth. Reaching up, I spread her wide to lick her clit, sliding my middle finger into her.

“E…”

Seeing the way she clenched onto my finger, she desperately wanted my cock instead and yet was paralyzed each time I sucked on her.

“Oh!” she cried out, and I ignored her, finger f*cking her, teasing her with my tongue until all too quickly she came in my hands, crying out my name, “Ethan!”

Pulling out of her, letting her fall onto the bed, her chest and breasts rose as she tried to breathe. “That was quick, wife. Don’t ask for what you cannot handle.”

She opened her eyes, I was sure to bark at me, but froze when she watched me as I licked her off my finger. Surprising me, she pushed herself up off the bed, her hair already sticking to her body, and on her knees she licked my middle finger slowly before taking it into her warm mouth and slowly letting go of it.

Licking her lips, her eyes met mine as she spoke, “Don’t get cocky. My first one is always my easiest.”

I could feel her challenging me and reacted, pulling her hair back and to that she grinned, adding insult to injury by saying, “If you can bend me, then break me.”

The one thing I’d been trying not to do she’d just asked for by name.

Rising from the bed, I felt her eyes on me. Turning back, I offered her my hand. She took it, eyeing me, but said nothing as I led her to my closet. When she stood in the middle of the room, I left her, walking over to stop the cameras from recording. A dozen things went through my mind, but remembering she’d just left prison a little over a week ago and our minor confrontation only hours ago, made me realize that what her mouth said and what her mind was ready for were two different things. Thus…we’d need baby steps. Grabbing one of my re—yellow ties, red making me feel far too much like a cliché—I walked back over to her.

“What are you doing?”

“Breaking you.”





IVY


I felt my heartbeat quicken and time slowed as he walked back in front of me. The tie he had in his hands already spoke volumes to what was about to come next and…I kinda wanted to tell him I wasn’t 100 percent serious about the break me thing.

“Do you trust me?” he asked and the way he looked at me sent a chill down my spine. Like the whole world could fall away and he’d still be standing there looking at me like this.

Feeling a little awkward, I tried to lighten the mood and said, “Enough to sleep with you…and marry you.”

However, he wasn’t having it. “Yes or no, Ivy?”

“Yes,” I admitted even though I had no idea why.

“Good. Because I trust you.” He kissed my forehead.

I closed my eyes, preparing myself for whatever he was going to do. However, when I peeked them open to see what was happening, I wasn’t prepared at all for the sight of him taking the tie and wrapping his own eyes.

“Do your worst, wife.”

“This is breaking me?” I scoffed, not really sure what in the hell he was thinking.

“Yes, wife,” he answered directly.

I stood there, not sure what to do, and he just stood there too, like a naked Greek statue, perfectly relaxed.