Page 91 of Dust Storm

“Christian—” I groaned as he edged me again, closer to the precipice this time.

“That’s right.Myfingers in your cunt.Myname on your lips. He doesn’t get this body anymore. Not his ring on your finger, not a fucking inkling of him in your mind. I’m going to replace every thought of him. Mark my words, princess.”

“The ring’s gone,” I whispered when he let off the pressure again, dragging my climax out.

Christian paused. “What?”

I swallowed. “I put it in the mail this morning. I sent it to his assistant. She’ll open it in the office and get the rumor mill going because of the note I added about him cheating with a client and framing me for her public outburst.”

He looked up with a wicked smile. “Why didn’t you go to human resources?”

“So he can get a slap on the wrist?” I let out a caustic laugh. “I want revenge, not red tape.”

His fingers moved inside of me. “I think revenge turns you on,” he said as he showed me the wetness that hung like dew-covered webs between his fingers.

My cheeks burned with embarrassment, but a larger part of me was turned on by the note of praise in his voice.

“What can I say? I like being bad.”

Christian grabbed the condom he had tossed on top of the sheets and handed it to me. “Then enjoy what it feels like to be my good girl.”

He shucked off his boxers and straddled my hips. His cock was thick and heavy, bobbing in front of me as he plucked my nipple. “You know what to do. Put that on me.”

“Prepared. I like it.” I tore the packet open and fitted the condom on the head of his cock, then rolled it down his shaft. I salivated over the groan that ripped from his hair-covered chest when I cupped his balls in my palm.

“Fuck.” His whisper slipped as I gently rolled them in my hand and gave them a tug. His eyes squeezed shut and he exhaled a heady breath. “Do you know how many times I fucked my hand thinking about you?”

“Ah. So you don’t have the supernatural self-control I thought you did. Good to know you’re human.”

His laugh turned into a kiss. “Kings, tyrants, and gods couldn’t resist you, darling. How could I?”

Blunt pressure nudged against my pussy as he notched himself in my entrance. I vaulted back, my spine bending as he pushed inside. Christian wrapped me up in his arms, keeping me safe against his chest as he sank into my pussy.

“Breathe,” he soothed as he caressed my breast, kneading and teasing it as a distraction.

But it wasn’t the fullness that made my lungs ache. It was him.

“Sorry. It’s been a while,” I lied, tucking my forehead into the crook of his neck as he eased out and thrust in again.

“I’ve got you.”

“Christian,” I cried out as he held deep inside of me and ground the base of his shaft against my clit. I squeezed my legs around his hips, desperate to keep him close.

“You feel so fucking good,” he whispered into my neck, punctuating it with a kiss. “I want to feel you come around me.”

I nodded, desperately craving the orgasm. “Make me come.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he grunted as he kept a steady rhythm, always pausing to give my clit some attention.

“I hate being called ‘ma’am.’”

Warm brown eyes locked on mine as he thrust inside of me. He cupped the back of my neck and tangled his fingers in my hair.

His whisper against my neck was reverent. “Yes, my queen.”

Sparks danced across my body. Every part of me craved him. My nipples ached for his touch, and my breasts felt heavy. I wanted his mouth on mine. I wanted his eyes on my body. I wanted his hands everywhere—touching and teasing me.

I exploded and collapsed like a supernova, glowing with white-hot energy as my release racked my body. Christian froze, swearing under his breath as he jerked, filling the condom.

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