Wicked and Forever (Wicked & Devoted #6) Read Online Shayla Black

Categories Genre: Angst, BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Wicked & Devoted Series by Shayla Black
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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96206 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
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“No,” she said more to herself than to him.

“No?” The hand clamped around her waist lifted, caressing up her arm. Then his palm engulfed her breast. His thumb flicked the engorged tip.

Laila sucked in a shocked breath of pleasure, then bit her lip to hold in a moan. “Stop.”

He didn’t. “Your nipple is hard, Laila. Why is that?”

“I am cold.”

“You weren’t cold two minutes ago.”

She hadn’t been, and he was too astute not to know. “I am now.”

“You know what I think?” He nipped her lobe with his teeth, sending another wave of sensation crashing through her. “I think you’re lying. I think you’re aroused as fuck.”

“No.”

“Yes. I think you’re wet for me, too.”

Laila pressed her lips together. If she denied it, he would only slide his big fingers into her panties and prove she’d been dishonest. If she admitted it…then what? Would he toss her on the bed, strip her bare, and make her scream with ecstasy? Or would he laugh and ignore her?

She remained mute.

His growl in her ear sounded low, grating, and not remotely amused. “Nothing to say, little one?”

“Let me go.”

“Oh, that’s never happening, not unless I’m good and ready. You’re going to learn to stop lying, misdirecting, and obfuscating with me—and we’re going to start now. Are you wet?”

Something in his voice warned against lying. He wouldn’t physically hurt her, but there would be consequences if she wasn’t honest. She felt too emotionally naked, too vulnerable to relinquish the truth. If he knew how much he aroused her, he would use it to his advantage.

“It is none of your business.”

“Tsk, tsk,” he murmured in her ear. “You just keep digging yourself a deeper hole. I’m starting to think you want me to punish you.”

“I want you to leave me alone.”

“If you did, you wouldn’t be so”—his hand slid down her ribs, over her abdomen, and inside her panties—“wet. Oh, fuck, Laila. This pussy…”

She tried to steel herself against the desire, but his fingers diving between her folds and trailing through her flowing juices had her gasping, her back arching, her hips writhing. Now that he knew how much she wanted him, there was no hiding. Despite the dread and need clashing in a dizzying thrill, she twisted away from him, pressing her thighs together in an attempt to evict his hand.

“No.” Her protest sounded far more like a panting plea.

“Yes.” He used his free hand to hoist one leg into the crook of his elbow and spread her wide open. His free hand curled over her mound. “This is mine. You’re mine. The sooner you realize it, the easier this will be.”

The objection on the tip of her tongue dissipated to silence when his slick fingers grazed her clit. He’d primed her for his touch, and she was beyond sensitive. Tingles erupted, melding with the heat of his skin. The new sensation mowed down her resistance and sent her up on tiptoe with a cry.

“Easy or hard, honey?”

Laila couldn’t remember why he was asking that question. All she could focus on was the molasses slide of his fingers over her most nerve-rich spot and the destructive pleasure he was undoing her with. “Trees…”

“Still trying to get away with not answering me? Maybe I can give you a little incentive to speak.”

He withdrew his hand. Without his touch, she felt aching and shaking and desperate almost immediately. Then he settled his hand above her mound. Even through her underwear, the heat of his palm enveloped her. Laila tried to restrain her shudder, but it was no use. Her body was hardwired to his. Her head told her to resist, but the rest of her wanted to beg him to lay her down and fill her with every one of his hard, veiny inches.

She hadn’t even begun processing the destructive arousal when the hand above her sex swept down, striking her with a short, sharp smack.

The blow against her most female flesh stung. Burned. Reverberated through her entire body. Shock replaced desire for a suspended moment. Then need boomeranged back twice as strong, roaring to hungry life. She couldn’t stop a trembling cry from slipping out.

Trees slid his hand back inside her panties. “Oh, so you like your pussy spanked?”

She shouldn’t. Laila knew that. She pressed her lips together and shook her head, refusing to validate his effect on her. He already knew it. “No.”

“You just keep lying to me. Bad, bad girl…” He strummed her clit again. Then again. Not stopping until her eyes slid shut and another moan, this one loud, escaped.

“You cannot…” Her attempt to scold him ended in a breathy exhalation that almost sounded like begging.

“Touch you? Oh, honey, I can. Anytime I want. Anywhere I want. Any way I want. This? You?” He cupped her pussy again. “All mine—until I say otherwise.” He punctuated his edict by plunging a pair of fingers inside her and thrusting deep. As she mewled with sensation, his thumb slid over her sensitive bud again. Laila felt herself melting against him as his lips blazed a path across her shoulder and up her neck, then back to settle against her ear. “Did your pussy sting when I slapped it?”


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