Page 45 of Brutal Birthright

Ri was almost certain she’d forgotten how to breathe.

“Dirty whores don’t get to stop unless they’re told. Get back to it.”

She’d never moved so fast in her life. Heart pounding out of her chest and blood thundering in her ears. Ri worked her finger over her clit, knowing she was already so worked up and desperately close to coming.

Would it be the worst thing in the world for Rowan of Nocturne to know he could make her come in the space of a few panicked heartbeats?

Probably.

Even more dangerous would be him possessing that knowledge… while also having commanded her to orgasm without having done more than whisper in her ear and watched.

That only spiralled her closer to the crest of the wave. With each circle of her swollen clit the stupid godsdamned whimpers coming from her parted lips grew louder.

“Fucking soaked, aren’t you? I can hear how wet and desperate you are.” His fingers flexed against the wall. As if it was punishment for himself, for wanting this, for allowing this to happen between them, that he refused to put his hands on her.

“Please…” She wanted this to last. Not to be over so soon. Something blared in the back of her mind that even though they’d somehow ended up here, there was every chance it would be the only time.

And if that was the case, she wanted so much more than just the feel of him grinding against her fully clothed with only his hot words at her ear.

“You don’t get to ask for anything. You’ll take what I give you and be fucking grateful for it.”

Well, shit.

That low command did otherworldly things to her body. Her nipples were hardened to tight points. Scraping against the inside of her cropped top with achingly perfect friction.

Only, she wanted his rough palms squeezing and pinching her tits instead. Ri needed to know what perfect amount of pain he’d administer with his pleasure.

“Don’t you want to touch me?” The begging in her voice was ridiculous, even to her own ears. Tomorrow, she might be embarrassed about that, but right now, she was lost to the sensation of her finger moving faster and faster.

“What I want… and what I can have…” His stare was unmistakably fixed on her hand, circling frantically inside her trousers. His weighty gaze tracked every movement for an unbearably long pause before he continued, “Those are two very different things.”

“Don’t you ever break the rules, brute?” Fuck. Please. Please. Ri was breathless, with the silent words on repeat inside her mind. As if running the words over and over in a soundless loop might somehow break his resolve.

Rowan’s silence spoke volumes.

He sucked in a ragged breath.

Oh, shit.

Was he considering it?

Would he cross that line… for her?

And if he did, would she even be able to handle what that might mean for the two of them?

“Stop thinking so fucking hard, and come.” Rowan latched on to her neck and bit down.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.”

Stars and a white-hot burst of sparks burst through her body. The crest of her orgasm broke and dragged her into such a forceful release she nearly doubled over. With his teeth clamped tight on the crook of her neck and his cock shoved against her ass, the waves of pleasure shuddered through her, and she sagged back against his body. Her finger still moved in ever-slowing circles over her clit while her empty pussy clenched over and over.

That was… insanity.

What sort of madness had just consumed her?

Ri’s mind currently lingered somewhere in outer space. Her body had blown to pieces, and she was certain she’d have to scoop her soul up off the floor.

She was still floating back down when he roughly grabbed her wrist and yanked her hand out of her pants. Dragging her fingers up to meet his mouth, his tongue wrapped around her middle finger and he sucked down. Making a dark noise, he cleaned off every last bit of her release and fuck if that didn’t make her pussy start to wake back up again.

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