Page 37 of Liar
The urge to rebel is instant. My mind immediately swings to all the various punishments he has in store for me if I refuse. That is, until I remember how green I am, and it’s not just dominance that’s new to this body.
Swallowing back the retort, I utter, “Yes, sir,” instead.
“Good girl,” he purrs while unbuttoning his shirt. Thorne untucks the bottom, his 8-pack rippling between the black fabric. He sheds it like a cape, the lines of muscle on his arms, his pecs, and his pelvis crisscrossed with moonlight and my bedside lamp.
His eyes stay anchored on mine as he unbuckles his leather belt and pulls it through the loops.
I watch all this with terrified anticipation, outwardly cool but inwardly freaking the fuck out. My pussy gushes with want at the same time my fight or flight kicks in. I wriggle on the bed to release some of the ache, but all it does is cause more.
Thorne’s attention snaps to my middle, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he restrains himself from doing … whatever’s in his mind as he looks me over.
I gulp.
“Sit up.”
Pushing onto my elbows, I do as he says.
Thorne cocks his head. “What do you say, little pretty?”
“Y-yes, sir.” My body’s so amped that I can barely relax my vocal cords enough to speak.
He crooks a finger, unsatisfied with where I’ve decided to perch. I scoot forward, breathing through my mouth. My nose just simply isn’t sending enough oxygen to my heart as it tries to break my chest open and flee.
Thorne snaps his belt tight with both hands before looping it behind my head. I stiffen as he wraps it around my neck, pulling it through the buckle until it tightens against my throat. A small whimper escapes me as he goes through his ministrations, and his eyes swoop up to mine.
“I warned you.”
“I know,” I croak against the belt collar. “Keep going.”
He smiles, but combined with the iniquity in his stare, it’s like being grinned at by Lucifer himself. “I wasn’t about to stop.” He nips at my nose, his teeth making an audible snap. “I can smell your sex now. There’s no fucking way I’m leaving until I’ve had you.”
Oh, fuck.
Chapter 13
Ember
“Lie back, little pretty, head against the pillows. Then slide your panties off and spread your legs. Wide open.”
“Yes, sir.”
I straighten my legs and lie back as he demands. Hooking my underwear, I lift my butt and weave it the rest of the way to my ankles and off, tossing them to the side.
It’s slightly humiliating and very gynecological to bend my knees and spread for him with my shirt riding up my stomach.
Until his eyes eat me up. There’s no way any doctor would look at me with that type of hunger.
Thorne’s so hard that the tip of his penis has escaped his pants. The tip glistens. My mouth waters in response, but I stay still, as instructed. I’m vibrating with desire, but if he senses it, he has the restraint of a Komodo dragon, who can survive months without prey.
An apt comparison, if I do say so myself. Venomous bite. Nocturnal. Prefers rough sex…
Thorne gets to his knees at the foot of the bed. I lift my head to follow his descent, but he grabs me by the ankles and pulls me until my pussy is in line with his mouth.
I claw the bedsheets on instinct, the rough yank sending my pulse ricocheting in my neck and reminding me what he’s wrapped around my throat.
“Fuck. You’re glistening,” he rasps as he unabashedly takes me in.
Thorne pushes his nose into my pussy, inhaling deep as I gasp in shock. His resulting groan sends unbearable shivers into my body. My head falls back as I moan.