Desperate Measures Read online Katee Robert (Wicked Villains #1)

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Wicked Villains Series by Katee Robert
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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
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“Always.” She laughs. “But if you’re asking if that little show got me hot and bothered? Yes, Jafar. I said your baby girl is exquisite and I meant it.”

“Take off her pants.”

I reach for the front of her slacks with shaking hands. I know what comes next, the same way I know that Jafar wanted me to suck his cock when we played in The Underworld. I’m clumsy working the pants down her hips and off her legs, but it doesn’t matter. She’s beautiful. A skeleton key is tattooed high on her inner right thigh and a glint of metal piercing near her clit has my mouth watering. “Oh.”

It’s only when Meg spreads her thighs that I remember I’m supposed to be resisting. I jerk back, but Jafar’s presence at my back means I can’t go far. “Don’t play the innocent now, baby girl. Look at how wet you got her.” He reaches around me to wrench Meg’s thighs wider.

Her gasp has me shaking. I want her to make that noise again. I want to be the one to cause it.

“Make her come.” His command ripples through me, burning through my last facade of resistance. Even as part of me wants to mirror the calculated way she licked me, I’m not capable of that kind of control. I run my palms over her thighs, touching Jafar’s hands briefly, and then up her narrow hips to push her shirt up over her breasts. The sight has me clenching my thighs together, and I waste no time dipping down to drag my tongue over her. I work the piercing with my lips, enjoying the contrast of metal and her soft flesh.

Meg lets out a strangled laugh. “She’s enthusiastic.”

“She’s a dirty little slut. She’s been fantasizing about getting her mouth all over your pussy from the second you met.” Jafar moves back, but I’m too focused on drawing another of those little gasps from Meg to worry about what he’s doing behind me. She tastes like sin and I can’t get enough. I know I’m in the submissive position, that Jafar—and to a lesser extent, Meg—are in control, but her thighs tensing beneath my hands because of what I’m doing to her sure feels like power to me.

Meg digs her fingers into my hair, pulling me closer yet, guiding my mouth back up to her clit. “Right there.” She lets out a little moan. “Don’t stop.”

It’s not enough, though. I want more of her. I push a single finger into her pussy and gasp against her when she clenches around me. Yes, yes, yes. I work a second finger into her. “I’m going to make her come, Daddy.”

He strokes his hands up my hips, moving back behind me. I freeze. He’s removed his clothes while I was busy here. His cock presses against my entrance and I’m wet enough that the tiniest movement on my part would slide him into me. I shouldn’t. I know I shouldn’t, that I am supposed to wait for him to lead, that this is a trap.

It doesn’t matter.

I slam back against him, taking his cock deep inside me. My moan turns into a cry of protest when he grabs my hips and forces me off him. “Do you see what I mean? The tiniest taste of cock and she forgets all about her responsibilities and tries to steal an orgasm.”

“Naughty girl.” Meg tangles her fingers in my hair and pulls me back to her pussy. She tightens her grip at the last second, holding me a bare inch from touching her. “Seems like she deserves a punishment.”

“Seems like you’re right.” Jafar delivers a rough slap to my ass. I whimper even as the heat of the strike zings directly to my clit. “Make her come, baby girl. Don’t stop again.”

Meg releases my hair and I immediately go back to working her clit exactly like she commanded. Jafar doesn’t stop spanking me, the rising tide of pain leaving me desperate. For what, I can’t begin to say. His cock. Meg’s orgasm. Their hands all over me.

I suck hard on Meg’s clit and push two fingers into her. She laughs as she comes, her pussy clenching around my fingers in a way that has me moaning against her. I keep licking her until she pulls me away by my hair. “That’s enough.” Her laugh is more than a little breathless and a flush has warmed her pale skin. She grins down at me. “That was well done.”

Jafar delivers one last slap to my ass and then palms me. “Drenched.”

“Of course she is. She loves this.” She tugs my hair. “Don’t you?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Look at that, Jafar. Honesty for the first time tonight.” Another tug on my hair has me writhing my hips, instinctively trying to ride Jafar’s hand even as he removes it. Meg smiles. “Tell us what you want. Be honest.”


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