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My hand drifts low, then lower. His expression shifts from controlled to wanton desire and his lids droop, weighted with lust.

My finger slides over my clit and I stroke, slowly, trying to control the pleasure blooming deep in my core.

I rub my clit, drawing slow circles with the tip of my finger, and I notice the moment his breath slows right down and he can’t even drink anymore.

He sets the glass back down. I have his undivided attention now.

It’s crazy, but something captivates me in seeing his reaction toward me.

“More,” he commands, eyeing me like the devil sizing up his prey. “Keep going, nice and slowly.”

I slide one finger inside and continue working my clit. A moan builds in the back of my throat, then it slips past my lips.

My villain, my enemy, my tormentor. I don’t want him to know he has any effect on me at all, especially not this. But as I keep stroking, I almost lose my mind when he glides his tongue across his bottom lip.

“Add another finger.”

I add a second finger and, my God, it feels too good. The combination of his raw gaze and the feeling surging through me is more than I can take.

And the devil knows it.

Lev chooses that moment to inch closer and lift my left leg onto his lap, then he slides a finger up and down my inner thigh, in tandem with my own rhythm.

A rush of pleasure curls through me, hot and insistent, making my body shudder. Against my will, my back arches, surrendering to the wild sensation.

Embarrassed, I look away from him, but Lev leans forward and catches my throat.

“Eyes on mine, printsessa,” he rasps. “Don’t look away from me.”

I look at him, and he releases my throat to resume stroking my thigh.

The heat in my core builds again, rising the more I pump.

“Faster.” The rough command makes my head spin.

I pump faster, taking the sensation to the next level. I’m going to come. I can feel it, and suddenly, I stop caring about right and wrong, and chastising myself for not hating this punishment.

Punishment.

Isn’t that supposed to feel bad?

Right now, I don’t even feel ashamed.

“Good girl,” the devil praises, his words slipping beneath my skin as his fingers glide up, up, up to where I’m wet. Then he does the unthinkable by sliding his finger into my pussy, right alongside mine. He pumps with me, and my walls squeeze around him.

“Now I want you to imagine my cock inside you. Claiming you. Just. Like. This.”

Lev speeds up, driving his finger alongside mine, showing me how it’s done. My head grows light with delirium as my climax grows.

He pulls my fingers out and takes over, giving me more. I can no longer control myself. I’m closer than ever.

“I’m coming,” I moan out loud.

“Then come for me, printsessa.”

This time, it’s my body that obeys him.

I cry out as my release rips out of me and I come all over his fingers, my body shuddering on the table top.