Page 128 of Manacled Hearts

“Such a cruel man you are.” I moan, as the pad of his palm rubs in a brief, torturous motion over the bundle of nerves crying for his touch.

“Not as cruel as you in that sinful skirt and thigh-high stockings. I swear you dress just to drive me crazy. What I could do to you…”

“Then do it, for the love of god, make me—”

“Not sure you deserve it, Evie darling. Only good girls get to come, but you… you’re playing with me. With my desire, my emotions…” His words hold a harsh tone, but his fingers deliver the punishment. Such sweet, cruel punishment, holding me at the precipice of explosive pleasure.

A deep need for revenge for this situation grabs hold of me, and my hand shoots between his own thighs, landing on his stiff cock. He groans at the contact, the car swerving for a split second as he mutters a quick series of curses. We could crash for all I care, and I would still have only one thought in mind—earth shattering release.

I rub him over the trousers, reveling in the way he twitches under my touch, but it doesn’t seem like torture yet. I need more. My palm itches for this man and my movements grow urgent, alternating between stroking and gripping him tightly until he hisses under his breath. I like the noises he makes. The slight pain laced with longing. I have to have more of it.

Only, he seems even more determined to punish me, kneading the pad of his palm over my clit, as he finger fucks me with harsh, jerked strokes, threatening to drive me to the brink of lust-filled madness, but holding back just before I reach the precipice.

I retaliate, fumbling with his belt, then his zipper, and finally that one button keeping his beautiful cock away from my itching palm. And damn it how I itch for him. Finnigan is a different type of drug, an addiction I’m scared even he can’t keep me away from.

The moment I slide under his boxers and touch the bare, soft skin of his throbbing member, he shifts with a jerk backward in the seat, fisting the steering wheel like the object wronged him in some way. But it’s my core he takes vengeance on.

“Evelyn, are you trying to fucking kill me?!”

I stroke my palm up and down his shaft in response, satisfied when a few drops of pre-cum help me along the way. He can make of this what he wants, but he better not die on me, because the feel of him pulsing in my hand, his soft, slippery skin, might just be my new favorite thing. Though the man this cock is currently attached to isn’t really my favorite at the moment. Not when he strokes into me with demanding fever, bringing me toward the edge of the cliff that promises unbearable ecstasy, then pulls me right back on the ground before I get to plunge.

So I stroke him harder, faster, with erratic movements I can barely control or focus on as his fervid touch threatens to hypnotize me. But he responds all the same, shifting more and more in his seat, his quickening breaths audible over the roar of the engine.

“You’re gonna end us both,” he all but growls, though he doesn’t sound bothered by the prospect.

Then he pushes a third finger into me, and I cry out as I plant my palm on the ceiling of the car, my back arching from the onslaught of deliciously decadent feelings.

“Such a greedy little cunt you have, Evie darling.”

“Stop the damn car, Finn!” I demand, slamming my hand against the dashboard.

“Do you need to use the safe word?” he says, his tone leveling.

“I said, stop the car!” I punctuate the order with a tight stroke of his cock, flicking my wrist at the end, and watching his jaw drop on a sharp inhale, followed by inaudible curses.

The car screeches to a halt on the gravel as he turns his attention on me, his eyes deviously dark, pinning me with a passion that makes me tense and squeeze the fingers stretching me. That shifts something inside of him, his brows furrow, gaze turning feral, and I suck in a breath as the danger rolls off of him in waves. On my protesting whimper, he slides his fingers out of me, and in one swift motion unclips both our seat belts.

“Get the fuck out of the car, Evelyn.”

The order rips through me like a lightning bolt, and I’m not sure if I’m in control of my body anymore, because I comply in an instant. Our eyes are fixed on each other as we rush to the front of the car, stray sun rays hitting the blonde man like the gods themselves are licking his skin, and before I can throw myself into his arms, he grips my shoulders and turns me around. He presses my back to his front with his arm over my chest, hand under my chin holding my head tilted to him, and reaches behind me until he finds the wet fabric of my panties.

“Is this what you want? Turn me into a feral, uncontrollable creature around you?”

I don’t answer, too distracted when he presses his fingers back into me, and I shoot up on my tiptoes, seeking the car to steady myself.

“Because you managed it, Evelyn. I’m fucking feral for you, uncontrollable, only, you’re the beautiful creature at my mercy.”

He releases my jaw, and before I can complete a gasp, I’m bent over the hood of the car, my skirt thrown over my back, ass up in the air. I hear the faint rustling of a plastic wrapper, then a brief tear, before he pushes my panties aside and runs his fingers through my dripping core.

“Beg me to fuck you. Let me hear how beautiful you pray for my cock to stretch your soft, wet cunt.”

His crude words pull the dirtiest of moans out of my throat, and they spill off my lips too loudly, but in the middle of this forest, on Vincent’s private road, I don’t care.

“Finnigan, please fu—”

I cry out the rest of the word when his cock plunges into me on a harsh stretch. He holds my hips to him as I sink into the pleasure the ache brings.

“Oh God, you feel so good.” I moan.

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