Her Wicked Plan (Wicked Duet Book 1)

by Hannah Jo

The only one allowed inside my twisted mind is me. No. A doctor won’t do.

It is almost like she can sense me staring at her; my breath hitches when her eyes leave the book to meet my gaze. Big, brown eyes glare back at me. The freckles scattered over her arms also cover her cheeks and nose. We hold eye contact for a moment. As I let out a long, silent sigh, her face changes from a blank stare to a wicked grin.

Standing a couple of steps into the common room, a beautiful man wearing black slacks and a long-sleeved white button-up gazes at me with fake confidence. His green eyes are vibrant yet dark, hiding secrets of his own.

If there were gods, they sculpted this person observing me. The sharp line of his jaw and the features on his face are perfectly proportioned. The dark brown locks on his head are professionally a mess, a stray piece hanging over his forehead that makes him look insanely sexy. Seeing him sends heat through my body as I flash him a grin, watching his throat bob from swallowing so hard.

If anyone else were to look at him, they’d see a confident man in charge, but not me. I can see past his façade.

His hand twitches in his lap, and I imagine that hand around my throat.

“I want to know if I should feel guilty for the things my body feels when you look at me like that.”

And there... it... is! His cheeks turn a delicious shade of red, like an apple I want to take a bite of. His eyes widen, and his jaw drops slightly at my response, making me smile with satisfaction.

With him staring at me how he is, his eyes turning a darker shade of green due to the anger from my confession, I would drop to my knees for this man. I’d show him that my m...

At first glance, she seems like an ordinary girl. One that doesn’t belong here, but when she looks at you? Fuck. There is a wickedness in her eyes that I’ve never seen in a person before.

Her gaze sent chills down my spine, making me hold back the shiver to keep my cool.

“Dr. Madden, take nothing she says personally. It’s just how she is,” he advises. “Also, I know she looks like an angel, but don’t let her beauty fool you.” He leans forward in his chair now, like he is about to reveal a secret. “Because her mind works like the Devil.”

Satan, it’s been forever since I’ve been kissed.

She said that I was sent up from Hell—a child of Satan. A demon sent to wander the earth and terrorize those who habit it.”

“Don’t worry, Dr. Madden. If you want to get handsy with me, I won’t do that to you.”

I keep my eyes on him as he drops to find my lips. The tension in the air could be sliced with a knife, and that’s what he does. He slices away the build-up by pressing his lips to mine.

Pulling back a little, his eyes drift to mine, and there is something in his stare that I haven’t seen from him before. Need. Desire. Hunger.

His eyes have darkened to a shade that would scare most people. One that portrays a predator hunting its prey, but to me, it makes a heat pool between my thighs. Fucking finally.

“Leo, please.” I’m not sure what I’m even begging for. More kissing? For him to take this further?

All I know is kissing him causes my chest to burn. I’ve never felt like this before when making out with someone. It’s foreign, and I hate how good it makes me feel. This might be an issue.

“Look at you, Vee.” His mouth meets my neck as his hand applies more pressure. “Practically squirming underneath me, and I’m only touching you through your pants.”

Veronica’s words had pushed me to the edge I’d been trying to steer clear of, but this time, I walked straight towards it with her guidance and jumped right off.

The moment my lips touched hers, I blacked out. My office had faded away to nothing, and I had tunnel vision. She was the only thing I saw in my blindness. It was as if I had gotten drunk off my ass, and she was the alcohol I stupidly drank.

At the moment, all I thought about was how badly I wanted my mouth on hers, how I wanted to feel her plump lips against mine because I had to see if they were as soft as they looked.

My willpower has to be at an all-time high the next time I see Veronica. I can’t lose my cool again, no matter what.

I can sense him as soon as we step foot in the hall. I’m not sure how. His strong presence? Maybe I’ve become accustomed to his scent and can smell him when he is nearby. You’re not a fucking dog, Vee.

The way he walks is so powerful. I don’t know if that is the word I want to use. He stands tall, with broad, square shoulders, causing his chest to puff out a little. He walks with confidence and assertiveness. It’s sexy.

All the past times I have looked at her, I wasn’t truly looking at her. I haven’t appreciated just how stunning she is.

“Claim me, Leo.” Another plea passes her lips as her grasp brings my mouth closer to hers. “I won’t tell anyone, I promise. I want to be your little secret.”

Veronica’s remains steady until I finally lower my lips to hers, pressing down hard. Full of heat and hunger, I kiss her like my life depends on it.

Our mouths move fluently together as if we were speaking a language only the two of us know how to speak.

Our lips meeting was one thing, but once our tongues met, a spark ignited between us. An electric current so powerful it messes with my head. Even with my eyes closed, I can sense the room spinning, making me hold on to Veronica tighter.

“I wish I could claim you in the way I really want to.” Her head tilts to the side, giving me more access. “I want to leave marks all over this perfect body of yours.”

“Leave your mark on me, Leo, please.” She begs hoarsely because of the pressure I’m applying to her throat. “It can be in a place no one can see but me.” She licks her swollen lips. “I want to be reminded that I’m yours.”

“Listen to yourself.” I laugh darkly, bringing my face down to hers. “Begging like a fucking whore. Wanting to be owned like a piece of property.”

“You think you can just take what you want? Without asking for permission?” I say through gritted teeth. Her head jerks backwards from me shoving it down. “That’s not what good girls do, little angel. Don’t you want to be a good girl for me?”

A beautiful, panting mess is sprawled out on the desk before me. Appearing like a feast laid out for a king and I will enjoy my meal. I won’t stop until I’m satisfied.

When I decide I can’t take it anymore, I bend over and glide my tongue from her entrance up to her clit. Her taste has my eyes rolling into the back of my head. She is the best thing I have ever eaten in my life. Sweet. My new favorite dessert.

If this were the only thing I could eat for the rest of my life, I’d be fine with it. If I was on death row and they asked me what I would want as my last meal, I would tell them this. Veronica Rollins, lying in front of me with her legs spread wide open. I’d die a happy fucking man.

Her legs close as a reflex of the pleasure, thighs squeezing my head. I’m finding it hard to breathe, but I couldn’t give a fuck.

Once my mouth was on her, tasting her, I couldn’t pull myself away. There was no force strong enough to take me away from that woman.

I shouldn’t be, but I’m down bad this woman, and I’m afraid that I’ll lose control again. I’m worried she will cast me under another spell. That’s what it felt like. It was like she put a magic spell on me, making it almost impossible to turn her down. Spells and witches aren’t real. This is all my doing.

“I would do anything you tell me to do, Leo.”

His cheeks flush a bright red—it’s becoming my new favorite color. His skin might be burning brightly, but his dark eyes narrow in on me. Silence overcomes the room, and I think I almost have him right where I want him.

“If we do this, no one can know,” he warns. “I won’t tell a soul,” I reassure him with innocent eyes. Why would I spill? It would ruin the plan. “It will be our little secret.”

“I understand, Leo.” I tell him through the pain. “Use me, ruin me. I’m completely at your mercy.”

The way he is looking at me, drinking me in as if I’m the most stunning woman he’s ever laid eyes on, is enough for my arousal to drip down my thigh.

“Look how pretty you are when you choke on my cock, little angel,” he praises me, not budging to let me breathe. “On your knees, submitting yourself to me like I’m your God.”

This man may seem like a saint in his day-to-day life, but behind closed doors, he sins like the devil.

I couldn’t even make myself come. It seems like he ruined me after all.