Learn My Lesson Read online Katee Robert (Wicked Villains #2)

Categories Genre: BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Wicked Villains Series by Katee Robert
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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
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“Harder.” Hades’s sharp command lashes me. “Fuck her mouth, little Hercules. She can take it.” He gives her another long lick that has her moaning around my cock. “You know the drill if you get overwhelmed, love.” He must sense my question, because he elaborates. “She will tap with her foot and I will tell you to stop. Don’t hold back.” Hades gives me a slow grin. “I’m not going to when I fuck your ass later.”

My balls draw up and I curse softly.

I begin fucking Meg’s mouth. I trust her to communicate if it’s too much, and I trust Hades to tell me if she does. I find the right angle that will allow me deep. The way she relaxes to give me full access is so fucking hot, I can barely stand it. I experiment with long strokes and finally find a rhythm that works, fucking her just as Hades told me to. Just like I want to.

I want it to last forever. This control, this pleasure, this moment of pure understanding.

In the end, I am only human. Pleasure and pressure and a tiny bit of pain overwhelm me. I curse. “I’m going to come.”

“Down her throat.”

Hades’s words drive me on, pumping into her mouth as my balls draw up and I orgasm. She drinks me down without hesitation and gives me another few pulls as if she can’t get enough. That makes two of us. Three of us. I finally withdraw, but I don’t release her. Not yet. Instead, I twist to watch Hades finish her. He must have been teasing her this whole time, bringing her to the edge without letting her cross the threshold. He stops teasing now. He goes after her with the kind of intention that would be terrifying in a different situation. With Meg’s pleasure his focus, it’s sexy as hell. In an enemy searching for weakness? Less so.

He’s not my enemy. Not anymore.

Right?

Meg comes with a cry and a shudder that nearly dislodges my grip on her wrists. She’s beautiful all the time, but when she orgasms, it’s like the walls falling away. She’s unguarded for a few precious seconds. I love those moments. I’m learning to crave them.

Hades moves up her body and kisses her. He cups her pussy possessively, but it seems the contact is meant more as grounding than to send her flying to new heights. I reach out a tentative hand and run my fingers down his back as he brushes soft kisses against Meg’s lips. It still feels surreal that I’m allowed to touch him just because I want to. And, fuck, do I want to.

He finally lifts his head enough to say. “You’re mine, love. And I’m yours.” He turns those dark eyes my way and Meg follows the movement. “And little Hercules is ours.”

“Not so little,” she murmurs with the beginnings of a wicked smile.

Hades chuckles. “Not so little,” he agrees.

My cock’s already stirring. When I’m with these two, I feel like a man possessed, and yet I’m more present in my skin than I’ve been at any other time in my life. My world narrows down to touch and taste and scent. I only worry about what comes next, allowing them to lead me to new heights. I’m not in the mood to be led right now. I know what I want. “I want more.”

Hades’s smile takes on a mocking edge that promises wickedness. “You have a suggestion I assume.”

“I fuck her. You fuck me.”

Meg lifts a hand still limp with pleasure. “Sign me up.”

Hades shakes his head. “Two mouthy subs.”

“You love it.” Meg suddenly laughs. “Maybe you have a bit of a masochistic streak, Hades.”

“Perhaps.” He props himself up on his elbows and looks down at her. “It’s good to hear you laugh, love. It’s been a long time.”

Instantly, she shuttered. “I laugh.”

“Yes, you do. But not like this.” He smooths her hair back from her face. “You’ve dimmed your light, and I’m to blame, at least in part.”

I find myself holding my breath. This is what I want. Well, I want a lot of things, but this is so fucking important. These two people are two broken halves to the same whole, and they’re in danger of shattering because they don’t talk. It seems the simplest of fixes, but ten years is a lot of time to build up baggage. It’s easier for me to pinpoint the problems because I haven’t been here this whole time. I have an outsider’s perspective.

And this outsider knows they need to have a whole host of conversations before they can truly to heal the rift that’s grown between them. We’ve started, and that’s the important thing. Both seem willing to continue, but time will tell. I’m more than willing to push and pester and bully them into talking whenever it’s necessary. The thought fills me with a strange kind of joy, a deep knowledge that they need me, that I offer them something they can’t get anywhere else or they would have done it long since.


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