Page 54 of Psycho Sinners

“Panties too.”

I huffed as I obeyed, and then his hand was back at my throat, those damned lips brushing mine again.

His kiss was raw, primal and hungry, and it sparked a fire despite my best efforts as his other hand dipped between my legs. He grazed my clit teasingly, making me quiver, and he drew in a sharp breath.

The air was torn from my lungs as he hoisted me up onto the counter, his hand wrapped around my throat as he forced me back on the counter.

The cool marble made me shiver as it kissed my back, and I stared at him, wide eyed and uncertain.

Those wicked dark eyes rolled over me, and he licked his lips, the movement making a wretched ache flare between my legs.

His other hand swiped across the counter, and I followed the movement, a soft furrowing creasing my brow as he lifted up one of the cupcakes.

I didn’t make a sound as he flipped it and smeared the icing over my now pebbled nipples.

What on earth was he?—

A tremble overtook me as he dove down, licking the icing off with purposeful strokes before sucking on the nipple. He moved between them, teasing them as my core tightened involuntarily, his hand still firm on my throat, keeping me down.

A strange buzz started up, and I’d barely registered what it was before I arched, the bullet vibrator dancing over my clit.

“That’s right, pyro, you fucking love that, don’t you?” He chuckled as he danced the vibrator over my clit, altering the pressure and time so that I was spasming on the counter-top.

Whatever hopes I had of keeping my body in check had dived out the window. I’d lost all control of it.

I held onto his wrist, his hand still wrapped around my throat but not too tight that I couldn’t breathe.

“You want this cock, don’t you?” he grunted as he cupped his dick in one hand, taking away my buzzing little friend for just a moment. “Why don’t you beg for it?”

“Never,” I hissed, and his fingers flexed against my neck as his lip quirked unhappily.

“I know you want me, pyro, look at you squirming,” he teased as he returned the vibrator, making my body arch against my will. “Must be a mind fuck, knowing you want to hate this, but your body saying the opposite.”

“Go fuck yourself,” I ground out, and he barked out a sharp laugh.

“Oh, darling, that’s what you’re here for.”

I dug my nails into his wrist, drawing a hiss from him before he ground against me.

I hated that he was right, I hated it more than anything.

Because right now, with this wicked teasing, I did just want the bastard to fuck me, to allow me to claim that orgasm that teetered just out of reach.

“You’re mine, darling. Mine to use, mine to tease, mine to have,” he breathed as he ducked down to suckle on my nipple.

A wretched whimper betrayed me, and he chuckled, the vibration against my nipple only amping everything up more.

“Prove it, fuck me then,” I rasped, and he pulled back, a wicked smile dancing on his lips. His eyes twinkled at my refusal to beg, yet I was challenging him. A loophole, of course.

“Devious little minx, aren’t you?” Those dark eyes burned into me, and I cursed as he took away the vibrator.

It was quickly returned once he’d undone his pants, freeing his erection.

I couldn’t help it as my eyes fell to that length, my core tightening with need. This was wrong, and yet my body didn’t seem to think so.

“Fine.”

I cried out as he drove into me, the combination with the vibrator pure ecstasy as my pleasure built up.

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