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“Are you wet for me, Billie?”

His mouth hovered over my lips as he started bunching up the fabric of my shirt again. Cool air rushed in around my heated skin, and I could feel the heightened chill as the wetness that coated me was exposed.

“Will your pussy taste just as good as your lips?” Pietor brushed his mouth across me, and I trembled, unable to do anything but take this delicious torture. “I’m eager to find out.”

Pietor’s mouth crashed against me in another inferno-inducing kiss. I melted into the incredible sensations, immediately opening up for his pierced tongue to explore me as I worked to do the same. My hands went to his face, pulling him closer to me as I lost myself to the caress of his lips—claiming and seductive.

I adored the scruff of his stubble, the feeling of it rasping against my lips.

Then his fingers speared between my thighs, slipping between my folds, and I cried out against him.

I was fucking done for.

Chapter 18 - Pietor

Billie was deliciously wet for me, just like I knew she would be. I twirled my fingers through her, circling around the bud of her clit and making her buck against my hand. Her hands on my face were tense, and she could hardly keep the kiss going as she moaned against my mouth.

God, I adored it.

And I was going to punish my little brat for acting out so much.

Pulling back from the kiss, I smirked down at her half-lidded stare, already so drunk on lust and need. This look was the best one she’d worn yet, and I thanked my past self for not allowing her underwear. This was fucking perfect.

“Goddamn, sweetheart. You’re dripping for me. Have you been thinking about me claiming your body all night?”

The pained whimper she let out when I stilled my fingers was music to my ears, and she arched forward, looking for more of the sensations.

“Well, well, look who’s so needy now.” I grabbed her throat with my other hand, cutting off her air just enough, and Billie’s eyes went wide as her chest heaved. “I really don’t care if you scream, but I’m not letting you come until I’m inside you.”

I teased her slit, running just the pad of my finger up and down in slow, lazy strokes. And then I stopped, smacking the sensitive, swollen folds when Billie shifted her hips forward.

She yelped against the quick burn, but I just smiled all the more. “Ah, ah. No, darlin’. That bratty mouth got you in trouble, and now you’re going to be punished.”

Holding her pinned to the door, gripping her lovely throat, I patted her pussy until she was a mess of herself, hungry and wanton for an orgasm. It was gorgeous. Kissing her hard, I jammed my fingers deep inside her, hooking them to find her G-spot and just pressing against it roughly.

Billie cried out against my mouth. I held that pressure there until I was sure she was close to climax and then yanked my fingers free again. Grinning, I released Billie’s throat only to slide my hand into her brown curls and shove her toward the chair I’d parked by the bathroom.

“Please,” she whined, “Fucking hell, Pietor, that’s so mean. Please.”

With a laugh, I met her eyes. “Feeling like you want to behave now?”

She chewed on her lip, dropped her gaze to the floor, and looked back up at me before shaking her head.

“No.”

We both knew that was what we both wanted, and I narrowed my stare at her, the corner of my mouth lifting in a subtle smirk. We’d reached the chair, so I sat down on the edge, yanking Billie downward by the wrist. She toppled, and I used the momentum to bend her over my knee.

Just like she said.

“You wouldn’t dare.” Her voice was a low growl, but there was no mistaking the sound of speaking through gritted teeth.

I raked my stare across her back and ass, smoothing my hand across her soft skin. I dipped my fingers between her folds again, feeling that renewed wetness. Such a good little whore.

“Brats get punished. And you set the bar yourself, now, didn’t you?”

Rubbing over the area that I would be focusing on, I reached my other hand to Billie’s breast. She reeled back slightly as I found her hard nipple underneath the fabric of her shirt and gave a solid pinch.

Billie quickly melted into the sensation, hissing quietly, and it told me everything I needed to know about my girl’s feelings about mixing pain with pleasure. She was a clear fan.

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