Queen Takes Rose (Wicked Villains #6) Read Online Katee Robert

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, GLBT, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Wicked Villains Series by Katee Robert
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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76370 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
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Sara clears their throat and focuses on the woman currently finger fucking me. “There’s a small issue with one of our shipments. The one that was late.”

“How small?” She sounds perfectly normal, as if she’s sitting behind her desk instead of down on the floor with me. How often does she fuck in front of her people? This isn’t the first time; despite Sara’s initial surprise, they don’t seem the least bit uncomfortable with this situation.

“I can handle it. But I figured you’d like to know. We were missing about ten percent of the promised goods.”

I might as well not even be here for all they’re paying attention to me. Humiliation heats my skin, desire chasing on its heels. Malone only makes it worse when she wedges a third finger into me and uses her thumb to stroke my clit. I bite my lips hard to keep from moaning. Gods, if they don’t end this conversation soon, I’m going to come all over her hand in front of Sara while they give their report.

I want to.

Fuck, I want to.

“Ten percent,” Malone muses. “That’s bold of them to think we wouldn’t notice.”

“I expect they did realize we’d notice and hoped to provoke a reaction.”

“Agreed.” She doesn’t pick up her pace, just keeps idly fucking me. “Very well. Make an example. Nothing deadly; it’s not worth the headache. But ensure they know we won’t allow this ‘mistake’ again.”

I’m shaking. I can’t seem to stop. I bite my lip so hard, I taste blood, but I can’t stop the whimper that slips free. Sara glances down at me again, expression still unreadable. “Will you be available if things get messy?”

“Of course.” Malone picks up her pace the slightest bit, edging me closer and closer to coming. “If that’s all?”

“It is.” Sara ducks their head and moves to the door. They pause before leaving. “Want me to lock this behind me?”

“No.”

Then Sara is gone. The door barely swings shut behind them when Malone withdraws her fingers and gives my pussy a slap harsh enough to jolt me. “You’re holding out.”

“No, Mistress,” I grind out.

“Liar.” She rubs my clit, and I can’t help sobbing out my exhale. “This pussy is mine for the duration. If I want you to come in front of Sara, then you come in front of Sara. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I whisper. The rebuke, the humiliation, only makes this hotter. I arch my back a little, a subtle offering that she notices immediately. She picks up her pace, hurtling toward an orgasm that’s already curling my toes. I moan. “Mistress, please let me come.”

“I shouldn’t.” She still sounds like she’s musing even as she works my body. “I should leave you hanging on the edge after that little bit of defiance. You think you’re in charge, Aurora, but you are most assuredly not.”

“Please.”

“Oh, very well.”

My orgasm crests, washing away everything but this woman. How does she do this every time? How does she manage to break me into minuscule pieces? We’re not even doing anything particularly intense when it comes to kink, at least not on the surface, but everything is intense with Malone involved. She breathes intensity, and I crave the taste.

She eases me onto my back. My shorts are tangled around my ankles and my legs splayed, and the look she gives my pussy… I lick my lips. “Malone.”

“You’re terrible at following rules. Absolutely horrid.” She parts my pussy with her thumbs, resuming that idle touch that is somehow even hotter than when she’s driving me to orgasm. She touches me like she owns me, and in this moment, I’m not sure she’s wrong.

She considers me. “I would like a picture of this.”

It takes me several long beats to realize she’s asking permission. I should say no. The videos are bad enough; giving her yet more ammunition is a mistake. But I’m already nodding. “Yes.” A small, fierce part of me gets off on the knowledge that Malone will be undoubtedly fucking herself while she looks at this picture sometime in the future, after this assignation has long since passed.

If that’s not power, what is?

She already lives rent-free in my head. Forgive the fuck out of me if I want to return the favor, even in this small way.

Malone pulls her phone out of a pocket tucked into the leg of her pants and lifts it. “Gods, Aurora. You’re sin personified.”

“I don’t believe in sin.”

“Neither do I.” She clicks a few pictures and then leans forward and pushes two fingers into me. Another click of a picture. Malone licks her lips. “Yes, this will do.” She hooks my pants and pulls them the rest of the way off me and then does the same with my bra. “Come along.”

I expect her to head for the exit, but she moves to a door on the other side of the room. It leads to a hallway that looks like one in every other high-end gym in existence. Malone bypasses the locker rooms and walks to a door with a narrow window.


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