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I pulled away, depriving her of all stimulation. She screamed with frustration, her thighs rubbing aggressively against one another as I stood.
“Sacha, please.” Her cries filled my belly with a fierce carnality only she could help slake.
“My pet comes when I allow her.” I fist my cock, moving lazily from head to base, my drying blood coming back to life with the moisture of her saliva as she sucked in air through her compressed lungs.
Her gaze fell to my hand.
This was the point of no return, and I wasn’t looking back.
“You’re going to watch me cum all over you.” Her pink tongue slicked across her bottom lip, her cheeks cherry-red. “So show me how good you can be.”
I gripped the back of her neck as I leaned in close to her and picked up my pace with the sound of skin rubbing against skin. This wouldn’t do. I needed more. I reached between us and gathered the slickness between her legs, then continued my pursuit with her scent on my cock.
My balls drew uptight, and fire licked up my spine, sending a cold sweat across my body. I exploded with a deep groan, my forehead against our sigil between her breasts. White hot ropes of cum landed across her belly and dribbled down to her hips and thighs, leaving me with a gluttonous desire to scoop it up and put it inside of her. Not that it’d do her any good.
I pulled away from her, giving my cock one last solid squeeze as I glanced down at her. Her focus rested on the thick white stream on her belly, her bottom lip tight between her teeth, giving in to my command.
“That’s a good girl,” I said, rubbing my thumb along her jawline, my breaths rapid with hers. “Life will be better if you obey, but it’ll be more fun if you don’t.”
Chapter 20
Mia
Ishivered,sittingonthe tiled floor in the shower, the hot steam swirling around me as I rubbed the scars on my wrists covered in fresh bruises. I stared, my body thrumming with beats of energy, between my thighs, down my legs, and across my back.
He’d had every fiber of my being firing on all cylinders with the unbearable urge to touch myself. But I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. I wouldn’t let him know that his spark of abuse, his tongue on my clit, his fingers inside of me, drew sensations of bliss I’d never experienced before.
He wouldn’t know how much I wanted to run my fingers between my legs and finish myself off—to give his punishment the middle finger. Because I didn’t need him.
But was that true?
I’d had a feeling that no matter how many times I’d make myself come, his face would be there, the earth-shattering beneath me with his growling temper in my ear.
I swiped the remaining flecks of blood off my chest, questioning my decision to leave it there, and drew my hand back when I touched a glob of cum I’d missed when I scoured my skin. I pressed my fingers together, squishing the white substance, then wiped it down the drain when his phantom heat returned.
Another shiver rippled across my body, and I tightened my hold across my chest, willing the throbbing to abate.
“Mia?” Katya rustled into the bathroom, penetrating my paralyzing thoughts. “Mia? What are you doing?”
Hiding—trying not to self-flagellate while I wait for his return.Because he would return, and when he did, there would be no telling how far he’d take it… and no telling how much I’d enjoy his wickedly undivided attention.
God. What is wrong with me?
“Did you hear me?” Katya repeated.
My fingernails paused just above the purple marking on my breast, and stared up at her. “Huh?”
“I asked what you were doing?”
I frowned at her and held my hand in the water, palm side up, letting the droplets splash in my face. “Taking a shower.”
How much did Katya know of his deviousness?Would she be loyal to him if she did?
“Is everything okay?”
I leaned back and rested against the tile as Katya stood outside the shower. “That depends on what you mean by ‘okay.’”
Katya tilted her head. “I’m not sure what you mean.”