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She draws in a breath, then millimeter by millimeter, the tension drains out of her.
"Good girl."
She shivers. I jerk my gaze to hers to find her lips are parted. Her eyelids are heavy, the look in her eyes a combination of fear and anticipation. I trail the whip over the valley between her arse-cheeks, and she swallows.
"Part your legs, baby."
She does. And her ready compliance sends liquid lust shooting through my veins. My dick pushes against the fabric of my jeans, begging to be let out.Fucking hell.At this rate I’m going to come in my pants. I haven't been this aroused since… She threw herself at me and kissed me in her room before her brother interrupted us.What does that mean?
I raise my arm and bring the whip down across her butt.
She yelps.
"Steady now."
I drag the whip across the line of red that blooms across the creamy globes. The lust in my veins catches fire. Sweat beads my forehead. I raise the whip and snap it down, thwack-thwack-thwack, laying a line of welts from just under her tailbone to the crease at her thighs.
She gasps out, her breath coming in pants. When she tries to wiggle away, I place my arm across the small of her back to hold her in place.
"Declan," she yells.
"Did that hurt?"
"What do you think, youfaccia di merda?"
"I think if I touched your pussy, I’d find you wet."
She stills, and when I glance at her, there’s a guilty look on her face.
"I’m right, aren’t I?"
"That’s so strange." She swallows. "It hurt when you whipped me. Not too much, but just enough to stimulate my clit."
"Your new favorite word, I see?"
She rolls her eyes. "You can blame yourself for creating a monster."
I frown. Clearly, she’s enjoying our interaction. If she decides to find her release elsewhere after this— That’s not my problem, is it? I tighten my hold on the whip. One night. I get this one night to fuck her out of my system, and then, I’m going to make sure our schedules conflict, so we don't run into each other.
I’ll ensure all of my contacts are aware of the brand-new talent on the pop culture scene. And yeah, I’ll make sure the known sharks in the industry steer clear of her, and that her manager—who owes me—always has only her best interests at heart and ensures she doesn’t commit the same mistakes I did when I started out in the industry. But other than that, I’m going to make sure we don’t meet face-to-face at all.
I raise my arm again, and this time, when I bring it down, the sound echoes through the room. She mewls, and when I spy the single drop of blood that pops against the white of her skin, heat grips my chest. I bend, then lick away the scarlet dot, and the coppery taste goes straight to my head. I’m losing myself now. A-n-d it’s too late to stop this slide into hell, or heaven, or the combination of both that is her body. I toss the whip away, reach over, cup her arse cheeks, and begin to massage them.
"Oh, god, that feels… That feels—"
"Good?" I ask.
"It shouldn’t." She winces as I squeeze the abraded flesh. "But it’s only making me more wet."
"Oh, fuck." I bend over and lick the line of red from one side of her arse-cheek to the other. A groan bleeds from her lips. Her entire body shudders. I kneel between her legs, then bend and run my tongue up her slit, all the way to her arsehole.
"What are you doing?" She gasps.
"Shh, let me taste you." I grip her inner thighs and spread them apart, then stab my tongue inside her channel.
"Declan," she huffs. "Oh, god, oh, god, that’s so—" She gasps when I curl my tongue inside her. Then I slip my hand under her pussy and begin to rub her clit.
She groans, then pushes back, riding my tongue. I circle her clit, and she whines. And when I press my heel into the swollen nub, her thighs quiver. Her back curves. Convulsions work their way up her legs, and her inner walls contract.
