Page 81 of The Sinner's Bargain

But it didn’t matter because I understood exactly what she was trying to say.

“Did you touch yourself after I left, Little Blue?” I drawled, both delighted and annoyed. “Did you finger your wet pussy?”

She tried to pull away from me. To run. But I wasn’t done with her.

“Thoran,” she pleaded.

I captured her right hand. Her dominant hand and brought the fingers to my lips. My eyes never left her wide ones.

“Which finger did you use?”

Her face was stubbornly defiant, but her middle finger jittered up.

Smirking, I leaned in and drew the digit into my mouth and sucked. Blue’s face morphed into one of pure rapture. My name may as well have been an orgasm the way she moaned it.

I pulled back.

“Tell me what you did.”

I raised my thigh higher against her mound to incentivize her. She sobbed, head falling back against the shelves.

“I ... I got on your bed and—”

I growled deep in my throat at the image of her on my bed, knees wide, fingers plunging into her cunt.

“Go on,” I commanded, voice demonic even to my own ears. “You got on my bed, spread your pretty pussy and ... what?”

She was breathing so hard I half expected her to faint at my feet. Her pussy was leaking all down my leg. The hot rush of liquid burned soaking into my pant leg.

“Nothing happened,” she panted.

“Nothing?”

She shook her head, her face a mask of pitiful regret. “I’m broken.”

I froze.

My head jerked back as if she’d struck me. “What did you say?”

Her blue eyes glimmered in the soft light of the fireplace behind me. “I’m broken.”

Indignation shot through me white hot. The sheer audacity of her words had me pulling back. Not because I believed that bullshit for a second, but to show her the pussy juice darkening my leg. But that wasn’t enough.

I captured her wrist, and I dragged her to the armrest. Her sputters of protest were ignored as I tore the buttons on my dress shirt and pitched the thing aside. She quieted for several seconds as she stared at my chest. I took the distraction and her when I sat in the cushion and dragged her into her my lap.

“Quiet!” I hissed when she yelped my name. “I will never allow you to talk about yourself like that. You are not broken. Now, shut up and let me prove it.”

She went quiet, but not still as I ran my hand up her inner thighs. I forced them apart as wide as she could take it.

“You’re not broken,” I whispered into her ear. “I can feel how fucking close you are, Blue. Your cunt is practically vibrating to cum. You ruined my pants. It’s soaked because of you.” I took her hand and brought it to the wet patch in the material.

“I did that?” she panted.

Rather than answer, I dragged the same hand between her legs and let her graze the crotch of her panties.

“That’s all you, sweetheart.” With her hand in mine, I slid the scrap of fabric aside to reveal her perfect, swollen lips. “Touch her. Show me how you did it.”

She hesitated and I didn’t push. When she finally drifted a finger through her folds, I almost groaned at the sight. My cock twitched under Blue’s ass. She must have felt it because she glanced over her shoulder at me.

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