Page 44 of Reckless Hearts


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I glare at him, my face bright red as I chew on my lip.

“I heard you just fine. You don’t have to be such an asshole.”

“Yes, but Ienjoybeing one. And you’re still not following my instructions.”

“Fine!” I snap. “Here!”

I spread my legs. Wide. Deimos’ gaze drops between them, and I shiver when I see something feral and wild ignite in his eyes.

“Hmm.”

My jaw clenches as embarrassment explodes in my head. “Hmm? What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means you have a very pretty pussy.”

Sweet Jesus.

If my face was blushing before, it breaks the fucking chart now. It heats so much that I swear even my vision goes a little pink at the edges.

“And now, I’d like you to touch yourself.”

There’s no breaks with him. No gradual easing into any of this. Just zero to a hundred. In less than a minute, I’ve stripped and spread my legs for him. And now he wants this?

I start to open my mouth to protest. But then I realize I’m not sure what to say, and that I’m just going to stumble over my words, and I stop. Because this psycho megalomaniac control freak will just accuse me of “playing deaf” again, and there’s no way he’d miss a chance to make good on his threat of me not being able to sit down for a week.

I shiver as something wicked and hot tangles inside of me.

“Touchyourself,” he growls quietly, his eyes throbbing with dark energy.

“This is really fucked up.”

“Then why are you sowet?” he smirks.

There’s something beast-like in his eyes; a sadistic, feral light that excites me.

“I…I’m not.”

But I am.

Mortifyingly so.

Deimos chuckles as he drains the last of his drink and sets the glass on the floor.

“Shall I prove it to you?”

My face ignites as my eyes bulge.

“No…”

“You’re not following directions, Dahlia.”

He nods to where my knees have somehow drifted back together.

“Youdoknow how to touch yourself, don’t you?”

My lips purse. “Yes.”

“Well, then.”

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