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I bit my lip, repeating the motion before stopping to drag my thumb over her clit. She let out a loud, heavy moan, and I hoped to god I turned the volume down on the camera system.
“Look at me,” I instructed, pulling my fingers away from her.
Her lips parted lustfully as she watched me suck the fingers into my mouth, tasting her for the first time. It was sweet and primal, the way she tasted, and I let out a satisfied groan. I couldn’t hold back from her any longer.
And so, I fucking buried my face between her legs.
Rahcel let out a startled cry as my tongue replaced my fingers. I covered every inch of her, taking my time to kiss and caress her as I went. Her thighs clenched around my face, but it only drove me to move faster and more desperately.
“Oh fuck, ohfuck,” she moaned as she began to grind her pussy into my face. I wanted her slathered all over me, and I drank her like I was parched. My cock throbbing mercilessly in my pants and my jeans were soaked at the knees from kneeling just inside of the shower, but it didn’t stop me.
Nothing was going to fucking stop me.
“You taste so good, princess,” I murmured, her body quaking at the praise. She was a good girl, and I had a feeling shelikedbeing told that. I gyrated my tongue against her clit as I brought my hand to help, slipping the same two fingers inside of her.
“I just want you to fuck me.” Her voice was sultry, raspy, and oozing with the arousal and sexual pleasure she was getting. I could only imagine how fucking delicious it would sound right in my ear, her hot breath tickling my neck as I drove my cock into her tight little pussy…
But that wasn’t happening.
My fingers worked back and forth, falling into a rhythm with my tongue. She ground against me, moisture spilling from her as I brought her closer and closer to the edge.
“You’re such a good girl,” I growled, stimulating her deep inside with my hand.
She whimpered in response to me, her pussy pulsing as her leg muscles tensed around me. Her orgasm was right there, and she was on the edge of pure extasy. Rachel’s fingers found my damp hair, wetted by the moisture trickling from the shower head above.
“This feels so fucking good,” she whined, tightening her grip. I knew she had to be white knuckling my hair, but it only pushed me forward. “I’m gonna cum. Oh my god, I’m gonna cum.”
Pressing my tongue one last time against her clit, I let her crest the climax, her pussy releasing a new gush of moisture as her cries filled the shower. I groaned as I kept stimulating her through the orgasm, taking her for as long of a ride as I could. Her body shook as I lapped up every ounce of her, swallowing her juices and kissing as much of her as I could. I wanted to savor the moment of being there, between her legs. I had to commit her body, her taste, and the feel of her coming around my fingers to my memory…
Because that was all she could ever be to me.
“I need you inside of me,” she panted, pulling me to a standing position. “Please. Please just fuck me.” I leaned down and kissed her just long enough to give her a good taste of herself, and then pulled away, leaving her whimpering. She tried to bring me back to her lips, but I froze.
“See, here’s the thing, princess,” I began, my voice husky. “Until you can scream my name when your tight little pussy comes, you don’t have the privilege of having this cock inside of you…”
Her brows furrowed as she tried to process what I was getting at—and the moment it hit her, her entire face fell, disappointment and rejection replacing the lust in her eyes.
I grabbed the towel from the rack without ever breaking our eye contact and finished the thought that she had already had.
“And it’s never going to happen.”
Chapter 11
Rachel
Disgust, anger, and regret continued to build in my chest long after Ghost Eyes had left me there feeling hot, bothered, and…dirty.I had wanted the man who had kidnapped me to fuck me in the middle of the shower—and that was just…wrong.
Butugh,it felt right, just like it had in the woods.
There was something about him that I just couldn’t get enough of, and part of me wanted to blame the dysfunction in my past. However, that didn’t really cut it. Yeah, I had a bad upbringing and lost my parents, but I dealt with it. I went to therapy, and I datedgoodguys after all that. I never went for the bad boy. I dated the guy who was the hero, not the morally gray, yet somehow sexy cold-blooded killer. That just wasn’t my type.
I laid in bed in the basement, staring at the ceiling, knowing that he could watch every single move I made, right there on his camera. I had known what I was doing when I undressed… I did it to catch his attention. Iwantedhim to come down those stairs and fuck me silly. I tried to say to myself that was my way of becoming an asset—but that hadneverbeen my game… I was the prude girl growing up, and I stayed that way.
Well, until I started throwing myself at the man who kidnapped me.
“Gross,” I muttered to myself, rolling over onto my side. He probably thought I was insane for how much I talked to myself down here, and somehow, I imagined him sitting up there in a big fancy leather chair, eating popcorn, and laughing at me on the screen. It had been five days since the shower incident had happened, and that was all the entertainment he was getting from me. I had gone cold and distant… I quit being fun for him, I’m pretty sure.
But it didn’t seem to bother him at all.
