Page 54 of Snaring Emberly


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Her mouth drops open, and her face reddens. “What?”

“I fucked you good and hard that first night and you’re pissed that I haven’t given you more.”

Her eyes widen. “You’re insane.”

“But you’re not denying it.”

She splutters. “I don’t want to fuck you.”

I bring my mouth so close to hers that I can almost taste her lips. “You sure about that?”

“How did this conversation turn from me being a prisoner to me being sexually frustrated?” she replies, her voice breathy.

“Because it’s true.”

“You’re wrong,” she says.

“If I slipped my fingers into your panties, would I find you wet?”

“Don’t you dare,” she snaps.

I raise a brow. “Is that a no?”

She squeezes her eyes shut. “You’re messing with my head.”

I lean even closer and bite down on her exposed neck. She cries out and slaps at my shoulder, but doesn’t tell me to stop.

My hand slides between her legs and slips beneath her silk robe to find she’s wearing no panties. When my fingers meet her folds, they’re already slick.

“You’re soaked,” I growl.

“What are you doing?” her voice rises.

“You wanted my attention. Now you have it,” I snarl. “And you’re going to keep getting it until you beg me to stop.”

“I wanted answers, asshole.” She slaps my chest. “I also want to leave.”

“Here’s what you need.” I circle her swollen clit, and her hips jerk.

“Roman,” she snarls.

“Do you want me to stop, baby?”

She answers with a roll of her hips. Turns out that Gianni Bossanova wasn’t bullshitting. Women are too easily distracted with sex.

“That’s what I thought.” I push two fingers into her tight, wet heat and rub her clit with my thumb. Her pussy clenches around my digits, and she shivers.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight.”

She whimpers.

My cock chooses this moment to press against her thigh, wanting to join in on the action. I ignore its pleading to get free and focus on the woman in my arms.

“Is this what you want, little Emberly?”

“Oh, fuck.”

Her breath comes in ragged pants and her hips move against my fingers. She grabs at my shirt with one hand, not knowing if she wants to bring me closer or push me away, while the other digs nails into my shoulder.

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