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Vassar keeps my breast in his hand as he moves a little to the side and slides his other hand down until it stops just at the waistband of my pants. Just at the edge, toying with the button at the top.
“Tell me, who is the toy here, Kira?” Those brown eyes drill into me as he asks me.
“You.”
“One more chance.” He slips his hand into my pants, and this time, it’s me who props her mouth in a silent cry. He isn’t gentle as his hand cups my sex through my drenched panties, letting out a low growl. “And don’t you dare lie to me when I can smell the answer, let alone feel it in my hands now.”
His hand has never been here before, yet somehow, he knows exactly where to put it, pressing in just the right spot, with the heel of his hand digging right on top of my clit to set the ball of climax over me. I am not coming yet, but just one more move of his hand, and I will be, and the bastard knows it.
“Tell me.” He bends down and licks the nipple he has pinched tight between his fingers with the tip of his tongue, making my back arch off the island as if pushing myself more into him. Presenting my body as the sacrifice it seems to want to be. “Tell me, and I will let you come.”
“You don’t let me do anything,” I grid out. That stubborn streak never wavering. Not after I fought with teeth and nails to find it in the first place. The chance to be stubborn and make my own decisions.
But now I wish I didn’t have it. For the first time, I wish I could listen to him because as soon as the words leave my mouth, so do his hands on my body, with his body following right behind as he jumps off the kitchen counter—off me—and stands next to it.
Leaving me panting and wound up as he glares at me. And…
And he brings the hand that was pressed into my panty-covered pussy to his nose and inhales the smell of it—of me—right off his hand. His eyes flutter shut as his other fist tightens in some silent restraint. “Fuck, you just have to smell like my wet fucking dream, don’t you, Ursula?”
Once again, this man renders me speechless, and I decide that I really don’t know Vassar Levidis. I might know his pain even though I don’t understand, but I don’t knowhim.
And I want to. Need to. When I never did before.
“When you are ready to give me the correct answer, I will be ready to give you my cock. And baby”—he leans over me with his eyes looking straight into my soul that doesn’t exist when his tongue darts out, and he licks across my parted mouth—“when that time comes, I will shove it inside your tight, deliciously smelling pussy so far, I will find that heart you are trying to hide.” And then he steps away.
I am panting so hard, I’m afraid of hyperventilating as I’m left lying on my island with my breasts out, my pussy crying in desperate need of release, and my mind in a constant contradiction.
I should leave this alone. I should stay away from Vassar. He’s dangerous for me.
But what do I do?
I put on a fucking show for my Sous-chef.
Without breaking eye contact, I shimmy my hand down my body, dragging it through my hard, sore nipples and allowing a tiny whimper past my lips at the contact until I reach formy pants, flicking them open all the way and shoving my hand inside my panties.
Vassar’s eyes narrow down on my movements, his nose flaring like a raging bull, his tongue licking his soft lips, but he’s not moving.
Until I moan, and he grinds his molars to dust.
The relief I feel is almost instant as I draw my middle finger through my primed, swollen clit. It is not what I need, or rather who I need, but I know how to play these games. My games. I run fast circles over my clit, exactly where the heel of his hand was pressing into me, and just the thought of his hand there mere seconds ago has me coming. Coming so hard and thrashing all over the place, my vision blacks out.
Coming with his name on my lips.
I don’t orgasm with such intensity when some dick is inside me. I’ve never orgasm this hard with the toys I have upstairs in my room. And now I want more. I want his dick inside of me. I want to feel that hate of his on my skin as he fucks me.
My little game took a turn on me, and now I’m not so sure who is in control here anymore. Because when my eyesight comes back, and I tilt my hand to the side, I feel empty.
He’s not standing there anymore.
I sink my head back down to the cold counter, closing my eyes. I jumped off the cliff all by myself. Like I always do, and no one is there to catch me.
Like always…
Chapter fourteen
The past
Red.
