“Mmm. Too late. You said it.”
I slid my hand between her thighs. She was soaked—hot and sticky, just the way I liked her.
“Let’s see what kind of damage we’ve done.”
I ran two fingers along her folds, slow and deliberate. She twitched beneath me, trying to follow my hand, to rub against it—desperate for friction.
I slapped her ass. Not hard. Just enough to make her squeal.
“Bad girl. Stay still.”
Her hips stilled, but she whimpered.
I leaned closer, dragging a finger through her again—slow, teasing. I watched as her slick coated my skin, glistening in the low light.
“Look at this mess. You’ve been leaking all over my hand. You know what that means?”
She made another needy little sound.
I spread her open with two fingers, just enough to see the pink, swollen heat of her.
“Mm. Thought so. That’s a confession right there. You’re ready to be ruined.”
“You’ll only ever take my cock, Juliette,” I said, reaching around to tug the wet lace from her mouth.
“Now tell me—who owns this pussy?”
I dragged my cock over her slick, swollen heat, slow enough to make her tremble.
She drew in a slow breath through her nose, steadying herself before she managed to speak.
“You do, Officer Kade,” she rasped, glancing over her shoulder—curls hanging wild over her face.
“Please,” she whispered.
I pressed against her opening.
“Please what?” I drawled, holding myself still even as precum trickled out, joining the mess between her thighs.
“What do you want me to do, Juliette?”
Her eyes darkened.
“Ruin me,” she whispered.
“Fuck me so hard that all I feel is you inside me.”
Then she turned her head, resting her cheek against the pillow like she’d just offered me her soul.
Damn.
I adjusted my grip, cock throbbing as I lined myself up.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Chapter 18
Juliette
