Page 34 of Cruel Dominion

So I did. My shame drifted away as I rolled my hips against his fingers. All too soon, I’d stretched too much and I needed more. I whimpered, and like he could read my mind, Carter added another finger. The pressure hurt, but my inner walls gripped his digits tightly, like my body couldn’t bear for him to leave.

“Look at you,” Carter whispered. “You look so fucking perfect stretched around my fingers.”

I looked down too, the image of his fingers disappearing into my slick lips bringing me even closer to the edge. The friction just felt too goddamn good. I clenched around him and electricity gathered in my core. He pressed the heel of his palm against the apex of my pussy, encouraging me to grind against it.

I choked on a cry and squeezed my eyes shut right before I came.

Except Carter pulled his fingers away.

I gasped and he just shook his head.

“I’ll let you come, little siren,” he murmured. “All you have to do is tell me who hurt you.”

My body stiffened, humiliation crashing over me. I couldn’t tell him that it was Josh, my ex, who’d left those bruises. A man I’d been stupid enough to trust.

“Nobody,” I said. “Nobody hurt me.”

Carter shook his head. “You’re lying. That’s too bad.”

Then he crushed his lips to mine, kissing me so fiercely that any thought of Josh vanished. It was just Carter, his presence overwhelming me. His hands were everywhere, his lips dragging along the line of my neck. He moved down my body, suckling at the line of my collarbone while I trembled under him.

His tongue moved along the edge of each breast, then he kissed around each nipple. My heart thudded so hard, he must be able to feel it against his lips. But even though my nipples were diamond hard, he wouldn’t touch them, neglecting the place I wanted his mouth most.

“Carter,” I whimpered. “Please.”

“What do you want?” he asked, the sound vibrating against my skin.

“You know.” It was all I could choke out, he’d scrambled my mind so thoroughly.

“Use your words.”

Use my words? I could barely remember my own name at this point. Pathetically, I grabbed his head and moved it to my nipples.

“Just this once,” he said with a sigh.

He closed his lips around one nipple, sucking gently. Electricity pulsed through me and I buried my fingers in his hair, pressing him closer. It just felt so goddamn good.

Whatever Carter had been doing with all those girls the past six years, it had turned him into a fucking sex god.

His mouth moved lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses along my belly until he was positioned between my thighs. With his eyes fixed on my pussy, he used his fingers to spread apart my lower lips.

“Still perfect,” he said, then dragged his tongue from my entrance to my clit. I gasped and my thighs tightened around his head.

Every stroke of Carter’s tongue had me trembling, my orgasm building in me with a pounding force. I lay balanced on a sharp edge, and I didn’t care if there was anything to catch me when I fell.

Let me break on the rocks if it’ll feel this good.

Then, right before I came, Carter pulled his mouth away. My orgasm ebbed immediately, throbbing in my clit, and I cried out in frustration.

This motherfucker.

He knew exactly how close I was. How could he read my body so well, after all this time? I pulled hard at his hair, trying to get him back where I wanted him. He just shook his head.

“Are you ready to tell me who hurt you?” he asked, cocking a brow.

“Nobody,” I repeated stubbornly.

“We both know that’s not true, Anna.”

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