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“I bet you’ve lived a sheltered life, haven’t you?” He all but groaned those words.
All I could do was shake my head.
A sheltered life was the last thing I’d had.
“Or maybe,” he said and stared into my face again. “Maybe your life was just as fucked up as mine was.”
And for the first time in my life… I felt like someone was looking at me who knew about me. Me.
And when he rubbed my clit, a gasp of pleasure left me, and all thought of the shitty life I’d had vanished.
“That’s why I’m so drawn to you,” he muttered and looked down at my lips. “One of the reasons anyway.” He continued to touch me, torment me. “You and I are one and the same.” I found myself actually lifting my hips, seeking his touch, that pleasure. “That’s it. Keep silently begging for it.” He hummed in approval. “If I keep touching this hot little pussy of yours, will you come for me, Amelia? Will you give me what I’ve been dreaming of since I first saw you?”
I opened my mouth, maybe to say no or to tell him I would be his, but no words came out. Instead, I mewled like a greedy bitch.
My orgasm was right there at the surface, threatening to break free. His focus was on me the entire time, his eyes locked on mine, the controlled expression on his face so damn attractive. Surrendering to him seemed so right, like it was exactly what I should do.
“Just give in to me, baby,” he said gruffly.
And it was as if his words had everything else fading away.
“Give me what I want. Come for me.” He touched my slit with more intention, rubbed me harder. He ground his cock against my inner thigh in time with those touches until I felt my orgasm start to build.
Closing my eyes again, I curled my nails into his hard, warm flesh, knowing it probably hurt him but not caring.
“That’s it,” he whispered and never stopped rubbing me. His alcohol-laced breath slid along my lips and I inhaled, wanting to take that intoxication into my body… wanting to take him into my body. He applied just a little bit of pressure, and I felt tendrils of an orgasm rising violently to the surface.
Oh my God. Was I really going to get off for him? Was I really going to come for the man who kidnapped me?
“You going to come for me?” He phrased it like a question, but I could hear the approval, the fact that he already knew the answer, in his voice.
I didn’t answer, didn’t give him the satisfaction of a response.
Survival kicked in and I pushed at his arms, but it was weak, futile, because the truth was, I didn’t want to push him away. I wanted to bring him closer.
Dom was so strong, so powerful that I just went with it, not because he forced me, but because I desperately wanted this.
I needed this to go on, this pleasure, this detachment from reality.
God, I was going to come so hard.
“That’s it, Amelia. Just give me what I want.” He ground against me over and over again, and my eyes nearly rolled back in my head. “Just surrender and give yourself what you want.”
And then, as if his words were a soothing balm, that little push I needed, everything faded away as I felt my orgasm finally peak. Closing my eyes again, I curled my nails into his hard, warm flesh and let the world vanish.
“This is crazy,” I whispered, not realizing I said the words out loud.
Dom kept rubbing my clit, prolonging my pleasure, drawing it out as if he couldn’t help himself, as if he knew exactly what I wanted and desperately desired.
God, I never wanted this to end.
As Dom kept thrusting his cock against my inner thigh, the hardness of it so big and impressive, so intimidating, all I could do was let the world fade away and enjoy this. I couldn’t suck air into my lungs, couldn’t let my sanity fade away.
I heard him groan, knew he felt the same intense desire as I did.
Dom picked up his pace, rocking his hips back and forth against me, his hand still between my thighs as he stared right in my eyes.
“Yes,” I said out loud and felt my face heat in embarrassment.
I felt another tremor of ecstasy move through me, and then I was gasping for air, grinding my pussy against his fingers.
He pulled his hand from between my legs and held up his fingers, the glossiness that covered them making me feel uneasy, because I knew they were that wet because of how aroused I was. “You see how worked up you are for me?” He brought the digits to his mouth but didn’t slip them inside just yet. “I bet you taste fucking incredible, don’t you, baby?”
