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He’s never done it again, and, knowing Niko, he regrets it, even if a tiny part of him is turned the fuck on.
Just like me.
His smile turns so sleazy, my knees go weak as he uses my wetness to paint patterns on my thighs.
“There’s my girl. Wet and ready and waiting for me.”
I bite my lip; he wants an answer and I’m not giving it to him.
The glitter of his gaze turns savage, and a dark thrill skitters through my blood.
“My sweet Rose thinks she can fucking play me?” He ghosts his lips over mine, breathing in my air. “I’m going to finger fuck you right to the edge, and you’re going to take it like a good girl.”
His fingers begin to stroke over my pussy, and I whimper.
“Don’t come. Don’t even think of sneaking one in, because I know when you come, how it feels.” He slowly pushes three fingers inside me, making me jerk from the invasion as his thumb massages the side of my clit.
The thrusts are slow and steady, shallow, not enough to do more than push my need higher, no matter how good he feels. I want more, and he knows it. I’m trying to keep that squeeze and release on him, but my hand keeps slipping.
Compared to his mastery, I’m amateur personified. I bite my lip, trying to move my hips, but he tightens the hold on my throat.
Slow. Shallow. Measured.
“Don’t come, Rose,” he whispers, “unless someone appears in the alley. If they do, you come. Loud.”
“No.”
His grin turns dark and wicked, and I grip his hips to stop from falling from the sheer pleasure of the idea.
Theidea.
Not the reality.
Fantasy.
One this man knows how to paint.
“Yes, Rose.” He thrusts deeper, hooking his fingers as his thumb starts to stroke my clit, and I grab his wrist.
The game I’m playing in my head shatters. All that matters is his fingers inside me, urging the pleasure to build, making me swell, making me wetter, making me want to ride his hand wildly. I want to bite him and draw blood. I want to take out his cock and worship him with my mouth. I want to wrap about him and come all over him.
But I can’t. Hidden in his words is the promise of more at the hotel if I give in to him now.
He’s watching, his gaze dipped low as he watches his fingers disappear into my pussy. Then, his eyes lock onto mine, and I almost come at what I see.Want. Love. Pure, unadulterated love.
“Do it, Rose. Give it to me. Do it.”
“Promise.”
His brows furrow. “What?”
“Promise you’ll reward me.”
He doesn’t laugh, his face fierce and savagely gorgeous from the pleasure of touching me, controlling me, loving me. “You want a reward, Rose?”
“Y-Yes.”
“It’s going to cost you.”
