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"Doesn't it?" he pinched my nipple harder and I gasped at the flood of heat.

His lips drew close to my ear, sending shivers down my spine as he spoke. “You might have been afraid, Paige, but you loved every minute of it. I know you did, because I tasted each delicious drop of your desire.”

“I…” I closed my eyes, as his mouth moved over my skin, sucking and biting at me, one hand still wrapped around my throat, the other cupping my breast.

“Say yes, Paige. Be my Persephone. Be ours.”

Chapter Twenty Two

PAIGE

Icouldn’t do this, I told myself. shame battled with desire inside me as Bast’s lips finally reached my mouth, and he took it in a slow, sensuous kiss that sent fire through my veins. His grip tightened around my throat, allowing a little air through, but holding me still so he could plunder my mouth. I wanted to pull away, to refuse him, but I couldn’t resist his touch. Heat pooled in my core, flaring at every touch, at the feel of his hard cock pressed against my back. He liked it too, I realised. The way he dominated me, the way he knew without doubt that I was at his complete mercy.

His hand slipped down under my shirt and into the waistband of my pyjama bottoms. I struggled against him, letting out a sound of outrage when his fingers brushed against the dampness between my legs. At least, that's what I'd meant it to sound like. He pulled his mouth away as he slid his fingers through my growing wetness.

“Bast, I can't… I shouldn’t…”

“Who says?” he asked. “Who says you shouldn’t? I can feel that you want me, Paige. Your body cries out for me.” He slid a finger inside, curling it and I moaned.

“It’s wrong, I’m not…”

“Not what?” he asked, circling my clit with his thumb.

“I'm not a slut,” I gasped out.

“Mmm… I hate that word when you use it like that,” he murmured, kissing along my cheekbone, his fingers relentless. “All I see is a woman getting the pleasure she deserves. If that’s a slut, then you are mine, Paige.”

“What?” I asked, then arched my back gasping as he slid another finger inside.

“Mmm, yes, my sweet little slut. So turned on by my fingers deep inside her pussy. You’re dripping wet for me, Paige. Can’t you feel it?”

I could, and my face was on fire from the shame of it, from the sounds he made as he plunged his two fingers deeper inside me, and the way I writhed on top of them.

“I’m not… stop… I don't even know you!”

“Oh but you are so wet for me, my beautiful one. Are you sure you want me to stop? You say so and yet your body... it says it wants me to fuck you so damn hard. You're so wet my hand is soaked and every time I slide my fingers inside you..." He started fucking me harder with his fingers and I moaned, grabbing at his wrist. "Every time my fingers are inside this hot little pussy, you push against me, craving more..."

“Bast…” I moaned.

“Open your eyes," he ordered. "Look at yourself."

“I can’t,” I whimpered. His grip tightened around my throat.

“Open your eyes, Paige.” His command was absolute, and I obeyed. My top was unbuttoned, my breasts on full view as my chest rose and fell with the pants he drew from me. One hand around my throat and the other under the silk pyjama bottoms as he touched me. My eyes were bright, and my skin flushed.

“Beautiful,” Bast said in my ear. “My beautiful little whore. Are you going to come for me again?”

I nodded, my eyes fixed on his. He pulled his hand away, bringing it up to my face.

"Look how dripping wet you are, little slut. Look how much your pussy craves my touch. Did you see yourself? Riding my fingers like the little whore you are?”

I blushed even harder, and he slid his fingers into his mouth, licking my wetness from them.

“Fuck you taste good. Taste yourself.” He pushed two of his fingers into my mouth and I obliged, running my tongue over them. Bast closed his eyes and groaned.

“Fuck that’s good. Oh, Paige, you shouldn't have been so good at that.”

He pulled his fingers out of my mouth, and slid them back between my legs, shoving them deep inside. I cried out and he began to circle my clit with his thumb. “You’re going to come for me, and then I’m going to give you my cock to suck like a good girl. You got that?”

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