Page 74 of Dust Storm

The doorframe crackled and groaned as he gripped it with both hands. “Close your eyes.”

I hated taking orders, but for him I did.

“Index finger on your clit.” He didn’t make another sound until obeyed. “Two fingers from your other hand inside that pussy.”

“Christian—” I whispered.

“Curl those fingers inside of you.”

I did as he said and bucked my hips, arching off the mattress.

“Get to work on your clit, Princess. Make yourself get there.”

I didn’t even care that my boss was watching me masturbate. This was the most alive I had felt in ages.

My breasts ached and strained against my bra. I wanted to rip it off. I wanted him to ravage me. I wanted his hands, his mouth, his cock.

“Make those pretty toes curl for me.”

“Yes,” I choked out as my spine electrified like a lightning rod. Sheer, unadulterated power ripped down my body as my pussy clenched around my fingers.

I arched off the bed, gasping as the adrenaline leached out of me in a rush.

I opened my eyes again, breathing like a marathon runner. Christian hadn’t moved an inch in the doorway.

“Well?” I laid back on the pillow. “Make yourself useful.”

Something powerful flashed in his eyes.

There it was. The storm he hid so well beneath his calm.

Christian’s hands curled around the wood frame.I wanted those hands.

“Cassandra?”

My breath caught at hearing him use my full name. “Yes?”

“Get that goddamn ring out of my house.”

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CHRISTIAN

Her body was flushed the perfect shade of pink. Rounded breasts bounced as she lay back against the bed, gasping for breath as she came down from her high.

I knew she had been all worked up when we were out riding.

Honestly, if I went through all the shit she had in the last few weeks, I’d need more than an orgasm to deal with the stress. That was why I had left her alone.

I came back to the house to make sure she was alright. Walking in on her sprawled out across the bed while she played with herself was pure chance.

But damn, I wasn’t complaining.

“Well?” she snapped as she flopped her head back on the pillow. “Make yourself useful.”

Oh, so she wanted to be sassy with me.

Not fucking today.

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