Page 106 of By His Vow

He pulls back and his blazing green eyes lock on mine.

My breath catches at the uncontrolled inferno I find staring back at me.

“All day,” he says, his fingers tucking under my panties, “all I’ve been able to think about is how tight your pussy is. How sweet it tastes.”

“Oh god,” I moan as he circles my clit. “King.”

“Fuck,” he groans, his eyes shuttering as his name echoes around us. “So fucking wet for me.”

I shake my head, attempting to argue with his words. It’s pointless; he can literally feel the evidence.

As he plunges two fingers inside me, the sound of me sucking him in is unignorable.

My entire body burns red hot as he really starts to work me.

My head falls back against the wall and my eyes close.

“Oh no,” he says, slowing his pace and letting my approaching release ebb away. “You watch me as I do this. I want you to know exactly who owns your pleasure right now.”

My chest heaves as I fight to hold his eyes.

I could refuse. But where would that get me?

Probably back at the table with a cold dinner and a desperate pussy. Doesn’t sound like much fun, if I’m being honest.

“Who owns you, Tatum?” he demands.

Fury shoots through me at his blatant claim of ownership.

I clench my jaw to bite back a seething comment but then he bends his fingers just so and everything melts away.

I’m right there, teetering on the edge of the cliff. I’m ready to dive, to fall headfirst into mind-numbing pleasure.

But he doesn’t let me. He holds me right there, torturing the words out of me.

And then the anger comes back full force.

How dare he?

How dare he try to own me and control me like I’m his fucking toy.

“I hate you,” I seethe, glaring pure death at him while trying to ignore the fact that tears of fury burn the back of my eyes.

Now is not the time to lose control to this man.

But all he does is smirk, his eyes darkening with desire as he holds my orgasm hostage.

“Tatum,” he growls. “Who do you fucking belong to?” He rolls his hips and I moan, feeling his solid length against my hip.

Fuck him.

Fuck him and his cocky smirk and big dick.

His thumb grazes my clit, sending pleasure shooting through me, and I cave.

“You, King. I belong to youuuuu,” I cry as he lets me fall.

“Christ.” He grunts as I suck his fingers deeper, embracing wave after wave of pleasure.

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