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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Meg takes a sip of her drink, as relaxed as if we’re having a normal conversation and Jafar isn’t forcing me closer and closer to her in short steps designed to draw out the journey. She tilts her head to the side. “She’s got a pretty pussy, Jafar. No wonder she wants to show it off.”

“You’re wrong,” I whisper.

“Am I?” She shrugs as if she doesn’t care one way or another. “I think your Daddy is right.”

“She likes to play the tease.” His dark promise has me struggling in earnest. I dig in my heels and thrash, the movements driving the hem of my dress higher. Jafar pins my wrists at the small of my back and tsks. “Look at her, Meg. Putting on a show even now.”

I struggle harder, but he bands his other arm around my waist and lifts me off my feet entirely. Two steps and we’re to the couch. I bite my bottom lip. “Stop.”

“Jafar.” Meg’s voice is low, her amusement as cutting as Jafar’s threats. “Your hospitality leaves something to be desired if you can’t even train your girl correctly.”

“We’re a work in process.” He moves my hands up to either side of his neck. “Keep them there.”

“But—”

“If you’re going to disobedient, I’ll tie you down.”

Oh god.

Meg leans forward, which is right around the time I realize she’s even with my hips, where my short dress has ridden up to indecent heights. She runs her thumbs along the hem of the dress, inching it a little higher, baring me. “No panties. A liar in addition to a little tease.”

“I did tell you.” Jafar kicks my feet apart and spears a finger deep inside me. He withdraws before I can do more than gasp and holds it up. Another of those tsks that I love and hate in equal measure. “Meg, she’s ten seconds from getting off, all because she’s put you in a bad way.”

“Wicked girl,” Meg murmurs. She looks over my shoulder, and I have no idea what she and Jafar communicate in that look. They have a history, but somehow the very thing that made me jealous a few days ago seems so … mundane. Something left over from the world of shouldn’t. I let it drift away as Meg runs her hands up my thighs. For all her angles, she’s so much softer than Jafar, her hands smooth where his are rough. I focus on her darkly painted lips and lick my own. She catches the movement and her low laugh has me clenching my thighs. “I think a punishment is in order.”

“You took the words right out of my mouth.” He pulls my dress up my body and over my head, leaving the stretchy fabric tangled around my wrists on the other side of his head. It’s not truly trapping me, but the sensation feels like being trapped. Jafar spreads his hand over my lower stomach, forcing me still. “Have a taste, Meg. My baby girl is sweet as fuck.”

She parts my pussy with her thumbs and breathes against my clit. “No coming.”

“No coming,” he confirms.

I can’t look away as she closes the last of the distance between us and gives my clit a teasing lick. Jafar always seems to go down on me like I’m the very air he needs to breathe. Not so with Meg. She tests me with little touches of her tongue, her gaze on my face as if filing away every minute expression.

Jafar chuckles. “So fucking prissy.”

“Mmm.” She lifts her head but her hand replaces her mouth, stroking me in light touches that curl my toes and have me fighting against Jafar’s hold. “How long did it take for her to come the first time? Did you go after her like a starving man?” Her smug smile contains a plethora of knowledge. “Finesse, my friend.” She pushes two fingers into me, expertly finding the spot on my inner wall that makes my knees go out.

He adjusts his grip, catching me under my thighs and spreading me wide. Jafar holds me easily, as if he can bear my weight the entirety of the night if he’s so inclined. His bruising grip only makes the feeling of Meg’s fingers inside me all the hotter. I gasp out a breath. “Daddy, please. Please let me come.”

“See.” She arches a brow.

“Enough.”

I sob out a protest, but Meg gives my pussy one last long kiss and slouches back against the couch. She’s left her mark on me in the way of her lipstick, and there’s something so obscenely sexy about seeing it smeared across the most private part of me. I want more. I want it now. “Please.”

“Ah ah.” Jafar sets me back on the ground, yanks my dress off my wrists, and uses a hand on my shoulder to drive me to my knees. “You don’t get to tease her and then have us playing with your cunt for the rest of the night. Orgasms are a reward for good girls, and you’ve hardly been that.” He goes to his knees behind me, once again using his body to force mine closer to Meg. “Are you wet, Meg?”



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