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He snaps his fingers and I jerk my face toward him."Vieni qui."He crooks a finger.
A snarl ripples up my throat. How dare he order me around like I am some kind of dog…or a bitch…on leash? Gah!
"Now, Beauty." He lowers his voice to a hush and I shiver. Only when my feet hit the ground do I realize that I am walking toward him. What the hell—?! My body seem to have a mind of its own where this alphahole is concerned. It can’t help but obey him when he commands. How dare he be able to wield so much power over me?
I pause in front of him and he smirks.Jerk.He dips a finger into the bowl of cream then holds the cream-coated finger out to me. "Open,” he growls.
You’ve gotta be kidding me.
I purse my lips together and he arches an eyebrow.
"Open. Your. Mouth," he orders. "Do it, Beauty."
I part my lips and he slides his finger inside my mouth.
"Suck it off."
No.
"Now."
I curl my tongue around his finger and his breath catches. A hot feeling flares to life in my chest, at the backs of my eyes. He wants me to suck his fingers, huh? Fine. I’ll do just as he says, obedient woman that I am. I open my mouth, lean forward and take in his other fingers. His chest heaves. I pull back until his fingertips are poised at the edge of my lips, then move in again. I close my mouth, swallowing his fingers.
His shoulders tense.
I curl my tongue around the underside of his fingers, licking it to the top as I pull out, only to lean forward again. I claim his fingers, let him finger fuck my mouth, my gaze never wavering from his. Wetness pools between my legs, my core clenches, and my toes curl. I wriggle my hips, needing something more to relieve the yawning emptiness between my thighs. I want more. I’m overcome by a yearning for the emptiness between my legs to be filled. By him.No.I pull away so fast that I stumble, the popping sound of his fingers leaving my mouth echoing around the room.
His eyebrows draw down, his jaw tics, and he opens his mouth, but I don’t wait. No way, am I allowing him to seduce me with his voice, his words, that rich timber of his subvocals which curl around me, coax me, seduce me into doing as he wants.
I pull away, then run around the table.
"Stop."
I keep going.
"Don’t leave this room."
Are you kidding me? You think I’m going to stay here and watch as you…you…finger-fuck that woman?As he had just done to my mouth. And I had let him. I had encouraged it. Enjoyed it. My chest heaves and my breath comes in short pants. I twist the handle of the door.
"You are going to regret this."
I’ll regret it more if I stay. No way, am I giving in to whatever twisted plan he’s set in motion for me. I pull open the door and rush out. Down the corridor, to a large room, cross it, pass a large fireplace, a comfortable leather settee on the other side, to the massive double doors at the far end. I shove open the doors, race across the lawn.
Footsteps sound behind me and I increase my pace. I have to get away from him.
"Karma, don’t go any further."
"Buzz off," I glance over my shoulder. He’s a few feet behind me. His features are contorted, his gaze narrowed. He’s racing toward me so fast he blurs.
He shoves out his hand, "Stop!"
"No way." I turn, spring forward through the undergrowth, and my feet touch air. I throw my hands out and scream.
