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My mind was lost in the sight of her. Images of her flushed face, her swollen lips, her heaving chest, ran through my head in time to the flashing lights.

Watching her unravel was better than any hit I’d ever taken.

DELANE

He worked me relentlessly, his fingers pumped in and out, stretching me, filling me deep. I could feel my inner muscles fluttering, gripping him, the pressure building low and hot in my belly. I couldn’t believe I was actually letting him do this. I knew it was wrong. But God, it felt so fucking good.

Noah kept his mouth at my ear, whispering filthy things—how tight I was, how badly he wanted to feel me come, how he could feel me dripping down his hand.

“So fucking wet,” he murmured, his breathing labored. “Is this all for me? This tight little pussy?”

I nodded frantically, my forehead falling forward to rest against his shoulder. “Yes,” I whimpered. “Please—”

“I want to feel you come,” he breathed, his voice breaking. “But not yet. Not until I say you can.”

His touch was maddening. His fingers stroked me nonstop, the feeling making my knees quiver as they tried to keep my body upright. I moaned, pressing my weight onto him, practically sitting on his hand. I wanted more friction. He gave it to me for a moment—fingers increasing their tempo—until I was panting and climbing fast towards my orgasm.

Then he stopped.

“Noah, please—” I gasped.

“Not yet,” he growled, his teeth grazing my neck.

He started again, slower this time, dragging his fingers fully out of me before plunging back inside me. He did this tortuously slowly. He would stop, spread my wetness around, tease my entrance before sliding back in, circling my clit without ever quite touching it where I needed. My whole body ached and quivered against his.

But I needed more. I wanted more.

“Just look at you,” he groaned, his free hand sliding up my back to grip my neck, slowly angling my face away from the dance floor. There was a wall of mirrors on the side of us, and I watched in both horror and excitement myself coming apart in his arms. “Look at your face. Desperate, naughty Delane. Everyone can see if they look hard enough. They can see what a dirty girl you are, letting me finger fuck you in this club—and loving it.”

I watched myself. Humiliation burned through me in a way that made me even wetter. Seeing us together that way was so fucking hot. Something I had never experienced before. It was a sense of danger that I wasn’t used to. A thrill that spiked my adrenaline. The idea of being seen doing something so obscene only made the need for Noah that much more intense. And still—I didn’t care if we were caught. After all I had been through, fear had lost its hold on me. This? This was just me taking what I wanted, while I could.

I didn’t recognize the woman looking back at me in the mirror. As bad as that was, I kind of loved it.

Noah wasn’t budging with his fingers. In fact, he had slowed his movements all together and was trailing hickies down my neck, towards my breasts. The crowd on the dance floor was thinning, but I didn’t care. I needed release. I was past pride, practically riding his hand now, seeking the orgasm he kept just out of reach.

“Please,” I begged, my voice breaking. “Noah, I need to—”

“What do you need?” he taunted, “Tell me exactly. Say it.”

“I need to come,” I gasped, my face burning. It was embarrassing, but I didn’t care. I would do anything at this point. “Please make me come.”

He started moving again, faster this time and I moaned. He brought me to the brink, my pussy clenching around his fingers—

And he stopped again.

“No!” I cried out, but the sound was swallowed by the music. He was going to kill me if he kept doing that. “Please, Noah,” I whimpered, “Please don’t stop—”

“I want to make you scream,” he growled, pumping his fingers in and out of me while his free hand gripped my hip to keep me in place, hard enough to bruise.

If possible, he pressed even deeper into me.

“Bounce. On my fingers. Fuck yourself on my hand,” he commanded, and I obeyed mindlessly, lifting my body up and down as leverage against his thrusting fingers. My vision sparked with ecstasy. I was sure I was about to shatter into a million pieces.

“Yes,” he groaned. “Show me how much you need it. Ask for it again.”

The words tore out of me, “I need it, Noah, please. Please let me come, please—”

“Mmm…you beg so fucking pretty. Take what you want, baby.”