Page 12 of Shark’s Rise

“Now you may continue undressing, Red.”

After regaining my bearings, I hooked my thumbs into my panties. Began sliding them down, but then I halted. Totally on purpose.

I smiled.

Sebastian didn’t.

He shot his black stare to mine. His wordless challenge was like the pull of the moon on my body’s helpless waves. I was speechless, completely transfixed with his body’s reaction to my playful seduction. The power he’d unknowingly handed me was heady.

“You want me?” I whispered. “You want this?” I slid my palms inward and then dove one hand beneath my underwear’s thin waistband. I paused to lift my taunting gaze to his, then slid my middle finger between my folds.

And moaned.

Then again.

“Abbigail.” His tone was husky and full of warning, but I was empowered by the lust in his gaze. “Pull your panties down to your thighs and leave them there.”

In an effort to push him further, I hesitated to follow his dictate.

“Do it!”

I slid the skimpy fabric halfway down my legs like he ordered and looked at him again through half-lidded eyes.

“Spread your legs as far as your little undies will allow. Yeah, Little Red. Just like that.” He continued to fist himself from balls to crown. “Farther, Abbi. Let me see more. Oh, fuck me, you’re hot…standing there like that.”

I swallowed hard. “Hot? That’s a bit pot and kettle right now, Mr. Shark.”

He jerked up one side of his full mouth, vaguely acknowledging my compliment. The bastard had the most perfect penis in the state and knew it, damn it. With equal insolence, he murmured, “Have you been touching yourself while we’ve been apart?”

I dropped my gaze. I couldn’t look at him after that damn question. Nevertheless, I shook my head. I’d been too sad, too mad, or just not feeling well enough to be aroused. Until now, at least.

Sebastian shifted his stance. He was leaning closer to me but still not close enough to touch. So maddening, yet so mesmerizing. But I was pretty sure he knew that too. The raw edge of his voice said as much.

“In that case, I have a special project in mind for you, girl.”

I gulped even harder. Now I really couldn’t speak.

“Slide one of your fingers up into your cunt,” he issued. “Do it as if it’s turned into my cock.” As soon as the words were out, he jolted me by thudding down to both knees. As he dropped into the thick pile, he lined up his stare directly with my spread sex. With the hole where I worked my finger inside my trembling body.

Bas reached for the fabric of my panties and yanked them to my knees then, growling with admiration.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” he groaned. I was tempted to echo him, but he said then, “Look at you, Abbigail. So juicy and pink and tight. You need to see this too. Do it, baby. Lean forward. Come and look at what you’re doing to yourself.”

“Oh.” I finally got it out while complying with his demand. “Oh…God.”

“Such a good girl.” Bas sat back on his heels. His own self-pleasuring infused the air with erotic slicks that mingled with our heavy breaths. “Such a naughty, sexy girl. Keep finger-fucking yourself. And keep watching. Don’t look away. I want you to see every gorgeous thrust.”

“Baaassss!” My wetness coated my fingers down my knuckles. For a second, I dared to lift my head and search his face. He was riveted to where my hand was buried inside my pussy. I’d never seen anything more stunning in my entire life.

“Push another finger in,” he gritted out.

“A…what?”

“You heard me, Abbi. Do it.”

“No. I—I don’t think I…”

“Yes,” he demanded. “You can.”