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“Tell me you’re sorry,” he demands.

“Fuck you,” I spit right back as I try to writhe away from the vibration between my legs.

He clicks the button, making the intensity increase. My back arches off the bed as I cry out, too overwhelmed with everything I’m feeling. His fingers pinch my nipple and twist it, giving me even more pain with just a touch of pleasure.

The vibration stops, and his fingers unlatch from my nipple.

“Are you going to let him touch you again?” He sounds much more relaxed as he asks this question, as if withholding my orgasms was what he needed to relieve him of his anger.

Too bad I know how to bring that anger right back, and all I want is for him to be as angry as I am right now.

“Not in front of your cameras.”

The sound that comes as a response is somewhere between a chuckle and a growl.

The vibrator is pulled out of me, making me wince. I’m sore from everything he’s done to me, but still, all I want is to feel full. No matter how sore I am, I want to feel him thrusting inside of me until I come all over his cock.

His weight leaves the bed, causing me to open my eyes and watch him walk to the bathroom. The sight of his naked backside isn’t helping the lingering ache between my legs. As he turns to the sink to wash the vibrator, I can tell he’s just as needy as I am. His cock is still standing at attention, begging me to touch it.

Maybe I still have a chance tonight.

“Go to bed, Ainsley. I’ll be there in a minute.”

Trying not to show the mischievous plan forming in my head, I crawl onto my side of the bed and pull the covers over my naked body. As I roll onto my side to face his side of the bed, my thighs squeeze together. I nearly release a moan at how good that small amount of pressure feels.

There’s no way I’m sleeping until he caves.

Chapter 29

The Monster

She looks so peaceful like this. Wrapped up in the sheets on her bed, waiting for me to join her. I’m not naïve enough to think that everything will go back to the way it was so we can sleep peacefully next to each other. She’s angry at me, and when she’s angry, she gets even.

Which is exactly what I’m relying on to make my plan work.

Ainsley cuddles into my side as I climb into the bed and make myself comfortable. I’ve looked forward to this all day. All I’ve wanted is to hold her in my arms and remind myself that she’s mine.

As my arm snakes around her, I can feel how tense her body is. Being denied multiple orgasms and feeling no relief will do that.

“Sleep, little one,” I command her. I saw how angry she was getting each time I used her name, like I was slapping her. So, I kept doing it to rile her up.

“I don’t want to sleep,” she whispers. She’s not even the slightest bit subtle about what’s on her mind as her hand travels down my body until she reaches my cock, still hard as it rests against my abs.

Her small hand wraps around my length and gives it a firm tug. My lip snags between my teeth as I fight the groan that wants to come out. She feels so good as she teases me and tries to get me to lose control.

“Ainsley,” I growl when her hand continues moving. I edged myself while I was edging her, and it feels like the slightest touch will make me explode.

“Tell me to stop,” she dares me in the most seductive tone I’ve ever heard from her. Fuck, I’m going to come all over myself and look like an idiot. “Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll stop.”

She gives me a minute to come up with the words, but we both know those words would never fall from my lips. It doesn’t matter how angry I am or how much I want to punish her, I will always want her. However I can get her.

When I don’t speak, she throws the blankets off of us and lowers herself until her face is so close to me that a simple thrust of my hips would shove my cock down her throat. She grabs me again and pulls my cock upright so it’s standing at attention for her. I wish I could see the look on her face as she decides what to do next, but unfortunately, the light switch is on the other side of the room and I’m not interrupting this moment.

To torture me as much as I tortured her, she runs her tongue along my length until it settles at my tip. When she’s there, she runs her tongue along my head, licking up the arousal I can feel leaking out of me already.

“Ainsley,” I growl again, this time as a warning. If she doesn’t give me something soon, I’m going to have to take it. And I don’t have it in me to be gentle.

Her tongue stops circling me, making me want to push her back down on me just to feel her. Was she plotting this the whole time I was edging her? I hope so. If she was, this is about to be more incredible than I planned.

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