The Sea Witch Read online Katee Robert (Wicked Villains #5)

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Gay, GLBT, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Wicked Villains Series by Katee Robert
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Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
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“That’s enough.”

“That’s nowhere near enough.” So much of my life has been a lie, and it’s because of him. Maybe it isn’t love at all. Maybe it’s greed and possession. He doesn’t want daughters with their own thoughts and feelings and ambitions. He wants pretty dolls to move about at his will. I won’t go back to that. I can’t.

I startle when Ursa touches on my leg. She holds out a hand. I almost ignore that silent command, but I’m furious enough to want to hurt my father. And this will hurt him. I hand her the phone.

Her lips curve. “Good girl.” She lifts the phone to her ear. “Hello, Triton. It’s been far too long since we last spoke.”

I want to listen, to slide closer until I can eavesdrop to both sides of the conversation, but Alaric grabs me and hauls me over to straddle his lap. “What are you doing?” I whisper.

“She’s proving a point. Now it’s your turn.” He kisses me before I can ask more questions, and it’s just as well. I don’t need to listen to know what my father is saying to Ursa. He’s yelling and threatening. He’ll be too busy demanding she return me to let any important information about their past drop. Listening will only drive home how thoroughly I’ve shoved my head into the sand when it comes to who he truly is. What did Ursa say that first night? She’s a villain, but she’s not a monster.

My father is a monster.

I let Alaric kiss me, I let him pull me closer until we’re pressing together, skin to skin. No matter how much I hate that he lied to me, hate that he doesn’t care about me as much as I thought I cared about him, I can’t deny that he makes my body feel good.

That’s what I need right now. The physical anchor into the here and now. For him to touch me and make me stop flogging myself over how long I stayed in my father’s house, the willing little doll. Maybe Ursa can even flog me for real later. It seems to help settle Alaric.

Ursa shifts, and I lift my head in time to see her push mute on the phone. “Get a condom if you’re going to ride his cock. There’s extra in the cabinet next to the couch.” Without another word, she unmutes the phone and smiles. “Really, Triton, you should stop yelling. It can’t be good for your blood pressure.”

I climb off Alaric long enough to rifle through the cabinet Ursa indicated. In addition to being half-filled with condoms, it also contains several bottles of lube, a number of silk ties, and padded handcuffs. “Ursa is prepared for everything.”

“You have no idea.” Alaric grabs the condom out of my hand and rips it open. I lick my lips as I watch him roll it on. I wouldn’t let him near me last night, but that all seems so distant right now. I decided to take the pleasure I could this week, didn’t I? That’s enough reason not to stop myself from climbing back onto him.

Either that or I’m as much a hypocrite as my father is.

Alaric kisses me again before I can think too hard on that. He skates his hands down my back to grab my ass, and I whimper. I’m still sore from being spanked, and the feeling of his hands there both hurts and feels better than I could have imagined. I press myself fully against him, my breasts rubbing against his chest, the length of his cock creating a delicious friction against my clit.

He lifts me and adjusts his angle, and then he’s pressing against my entrance. Alaric hisses out a breath. “You’re like a godsdamned vice around my cock. Go slow.”

But I don’t want to go slow. I want to stop my mental spiraling and the only way to do that is to keep going until I can’t string two thoughts together. I already know Alaric can do that for me. I need him to do it now.

I brace my hands on his shoulders and force myself down his cock. He stretches me, but it doesn’t sting nearly as much as last time. I just feel…full. So wantonly full.

Alaric curses, but I don’t care because I’m already moving, letting my body guide me in a slow rolling motion. His blue eyes have gone dark as he watches me. “You look so fucking good on my cock, Zuri.”

“I told you…not to call me that.”

“Yeah, you did.” He digs one hand into my hair and tows me down until his lips brush against mine, until I can taste his next words. “But no matter how pissed you are at me, we’re still friends.”

“No, we’re not.” I slam down on his cock and moan. “I don’t even know you.”


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