Page 23 of Ferocious Nightmare

She nodded, breathless. “Yes."

"Good girl." Gripping her hips, I turned her towards me, then heaved her up on top of the filing cabinet. She landed with an eep, but her smoldering gaze told me she liked to be manhandled like that.

My eyes roamed over her sexy body, taking in her soft freckles kissing her skin, the pink rosebuds of her nipples, the curvy shape of her jutting hips. The way her toes dug into the filing cabinet. She was fucking torture to my dick, which I was determined not to get wet.

I grabbed her wrist and guided it back to her waist. "You want to come, little nightmare?"

She nodded, giving me a lazy stare, a strand of her red hair falling into her face.

I slowly pulled it behind her ear. "I want you to play with yourself for me. Can you do that?"

"Don't you want to do it?" She was asking but her hand had already slid back under the waist of her panties.

I shook my head, pulling my phone out of my pocket. "Do you trust me?"

At this, she faltered, and I crooked an eyebrow upwards. "Or were you lying this morning?”

She shook her head, then tilted it backward, her breasts growing taught and heavy as she parted her legs wider. You could see white satin bobbing where she played with herself.

“Yes, just like that.” My dick was now as hard as a goddamn rock, she was so sexy. I opened my camera app and snapped a photo of her, head thrown back, tits out, silk covering her soft spot.

It was fucking gorgeous. Better than any artwork on any walls, ever.

I slid my phone back in my pocket. "Tell me what you're thinking about."

"You, fucking me."

I stepped in closer, the temptation to touch her so real. Her nipples were little buds of rosy pink in contrast to her pale skin and red hair.

I needed more. To see her lose herself and come undone. For me.

"Faster," I demanded, and her lips parted as her fingers worked faster, "tell me who owns this pussy, Aster."

“You," her voice was breathless, "you do."

“That’s right,” I hissed. “Now, I'm going to ask you two questions, nightmare, and you can't come until you answer them. Do you understand?"

She whimpered but nodded.

“Tell me what you would do to get Marie to talk to the cartel?" I'd explained our situation to her on the way here.

“What?" Her eyes opened, confused, her hand stilling.

“Don't stop," I growled, and she hurried to obey, her legs falling open a little further.

"You said you didn't want to be a pretty face on my arm. Prove to me that you mean it."

She huffed in and out, her eyes smoldering with heat as she stared me down. But the smell of her want filled my nose and her cheeks were flushed with her arousal.

It was the prettiest look on the sexiest face I'd ever seen.

It only needed to be marred with my darkness, and then she would be mine completely.

"Tell me," I demanded, "and don't you dare come yet.”

Her lips parted, no words coming out for a little while. She squeezed her thighs shut but I jerked them open. "Don't you fucking dare come.” I leaned in, my voice stern, staring into those gorgeous emerald eyes. "Tell me what you would do with the doctor."

"We need to give her what she wants." Movement underneath her panties worked furiously and my dick was as hard as granite, watching it from the corner of my eyes.

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