Page 47 of Villainous Intent

“Cipher,” I gasped, arching into his touch without thinking.

“Don’t fight it. Let them see.”

He rubbed his thumb over me again and heat flooded my veins. My nipple hardened and he pinched it through the fabric of my dress. A jolt of pleasure shot through me. I bit my lip to stifle a moan.

“You’re just taking advantage of the situation,” I gasped.

“I’m trying to help you keep your cover,” he countered. He pressed a kiss below my ear. “You’re too stiff. Too perfect. A Villain’s woman isn’t perfect, Annie. She’s ruined.”

“I’m not your woman.”

“Tonight you are.”

I tried to shift my leg, to close myself off from his touch but he forced my legs wider apart.

“Don’t,” he warned. “Open for me.”

I forced my knees apart.

“Are you going to be the perfect little plaything for me?” Cipher asked. “Are you going to play your role?”

I glared at him. “Yes.”

He smiled and the hand resting at the edge of my panties slid higher and settled directly over my pussy.

“In that case,” he murmured, his breath ghosting over my collarbone, “I require you to come for me.”

My entire body went rigid. “No.”

Cipher bit down of my neck and I bucked against the sharp, sudden pressure.

“Yes,” he commanded against my pulse point.

I grabbed his wrist to shove him away. But if I fought him, I blew the cover. The terrifying truth settled over me, drowning out my rationalizations. I didn’t want to fight him. I craved the weight of his hand.

His fingers pressed down, catching my clit through the lace of my panties. He began rubbing slow circles.

I gasped, my back arching off his chest.

“Quiet,” he ordered. His other hand kneaded my breast, his thumb rolling over my hardened nipple in time with the hand between my legs.

Every rotation over my pussy dragged a whimper from my throat. My thighs trembled, falling wider apart to give him better access.

I hated how easily I’d given him control.

The pressure coiled tight and fast. I dug my nails into his forearm, bracing for the drop.

“That’s it,” Cipher whispered. “Give it to me.”

I shattered. The orgasm ripped through me, intense and blinding. My internal muscles clamped down hard, spasming around an aching emptiness. I bit my tongue to keep from screaming, burying my face in the crook of his neck as I bucked against his hand.

I dragged oxygen into my burning lungs and total disbelief washed over the fading pleasure. I had slept with plenty of men before. I had spent hours in bedrooms with perfectly nice partners who fumbled and failed to make me come.

No one had ever been able to give me an orgasm and Cipher had just made me come in a room full of criminals in under two minutes. And the arrogant bastard did it over my clothes.

Cipher’s fingers slid away, abandoning the heat between my thighs.

“Was that...” I swallowed hard, forcing my voice past the tightness in my throat. “Was that actually necessary?”