He holds the vibrator there, increasing the intensity until my leg is shaking against his palm. I’m on the edge of climaxing when he takes the vibrator away. I whimper into the gag.
Flynn dips his head, star-dusting kisses across my inner thighs and around my core, just shy of where I need him. He keeps going, his lips soothing and tormenting in equal measure until the throbbing in my pussy has calmed. Then he turns on the vibrator and starts again.
This time, when I’m trembling on the edge, Flynn reaches up and pulls down the gag.
“How do you know about the Kings Society?”
Fucker.
I wet my lips, the pleasure coiling in my core making it hard to focus.
“Lilac…” Flynn’s gaze darkens in warning, and he turns the vibrator up a level.
“An article,” I gasp. “I read an article about secret societies. Please, Flynn, I need— I need to come.”
He circles the vibrator over my clit and I crane my neck, my mouth caught open.
“And what makes you think I have anything to do with that particular society?”
I clench my fists, my nails digging into my palms because I’m so damn close. “Please, Flynn.”
“I asked a question, Hazel.”
When I don’t answer, the vibrator clicks off.
“No, no,” I babble. “Don’t stop.”
“Fine, we’ll do it your way.” Flynn reaches up, his fingers curling around the camisole tied to my neck. “Open.” The cold displeasure on his face sends a shiver through me and I do as I’m told, letting him put the gag back in place. His gaze softens and he dips low, his lips dusting the shell of my ear. “Just remember, you told me not to stop.”
My stomach flips. The low buzz of the vibrator is the only warning I get before Flynn starts and this time he really does torture me. He pulls my panties to the side, turns the vibrator up to its highest setting and presses it directly on my clit.
I struggle, trying to pull away, but Flynn’s arm clamps down on my hips, holding me in place as he pulls back the hood of my clit and presses the vibrator to the bundle of nerves there.
I pant around the gag, the pleasure too intense, too much. Tears gather in my eyes and I give up on keeping my arms above my head. I reach for Flynn, my fingers tangling in his curls.
He presses a gentle kiss to my stomach. “Just a little more, sweetheart.”
I whimper, my legs trembling, sweat dampening my skin.
Flynn presses down harder and I scream into the gag.
“Shh, shh.” He pulls back, turning the damn vibrator off.
My hands fall to the bed as he lifts up, holding himself above me.
“There we go,” he murmurs, unhooking the damp gag and brushing the tears off my cheeks.
I blink up at him, lost in a daze as he cups my face in his hand.
“The Kings Society,” he prompts.
My mind is too hazy to fight him, too overwhelmed to figure out whether telling him is a bad idea. “The tattoos,” I croak. “Two of the people you killed had a tattoo. I recognized it.”
He brushes my hair off my face. “Where did you see it before?”
My eyes drift shut, exhaustion blanketing over me. “College,” I murmur. “My ex.”
Warm lips press against my forehead. “Good girl.”
