Page 48 of The Penalty

A seed of awareness blossomed at the underlying meaning. It grew when his hands circled my waist and rested at my lower back. It rooted deep in my soul when he kissed and nipped at my neck. I clutched onto his arms, afraid my knees would give out at any second.

“So, now that we’re here,” my words came out breathier than usual, “what do you have planned for us?”

His already amorous expression flipped to something darker, more dangerous. “I have a number of things planned for you, and every single one ends with you screaming my name in ecstasy.”

He grabbed the back of my neck and crashed his lips to mine. I whimpered at the intensity of his kiss. Urgent. Possessive. Rough.

All my senses narrowed to focus solely on him. The feel of his toned body pressed against me, the taste of whisky and chocolate on my tongue, his fresh, clean scent, and the sounds of his low moans. The mere existence of this man consumed me.

“Tori,” he grit out, collaring my neck and squeezing. “Kneel.”

I didn’t hesitate and dropped to my knees on the cool grass.

He grasped my chin, pressing his fingers into my skin. Desire pooled at my core immediately.

“You are so fucking gorgeous when you kneel for me,” he growled, tipping my face up. “How should I take you first?” He shoved his thumb between my lips, sliding it in and out. “Do I fuck this Ivy League mouth to start? Maybe I’ll play with your sweet little cunt.” His tone went deeper and darker with every word. “Or…I’ll do both at the same time.”

I grazed my teeth against his thumb.

“Is that what you want, Tori? My cock in your mouth while I fuck your cunt with my tongue?” He knelt in front of me, reached around and squeezed my backside. “This is mine, too. Should I take your ass as well? Fill every part of you at once until you collapse in a used heap on the ground?”

Blood pounded in my ears so ferociously I thought I might explode. Seeing him on his knees always drove me wild. Not to mention the vulgar things he wants to do out here. My hand slid between my legs, desperate to provide relief to my throbbing clit.

We’d be exposed and vulnerable to anyone walking through this maze. Eyes watching. Hearts racing.

An unexplored, forbidden part of me unlocked and sprang to life.

I tucked my fingers under the edge of my panties, moaning when they brushed over my clit. My back arched as sparks of pleasure raced through my body.

Savoring it, I closed my eyes and imagined being watched like this.

“No.” Xavier’s gruff voice pulled me back to reality. “Look at me.”

Staring into his eyes heightened everything. So did the absolute focus he pinned on me.

I shuddered.

“Show me,” he commanded. “Show me how much you love this.”

Small whimpers passed through my lips as I continued playing with myself. Different scenarios I’ve only fantasized about in the privacy of my bedroom unfolded in my mind.

Dark fantasies I’ve never shared with anyone.

Me, tied up and on display, while a faceless stranger had his way with me in front of a crowd. Hands wrapped around my neck, rough bites on my skin, sharp slaps on my ass, and being fucked so hard it ended with uninhibited screams and moans.

Xavier’s lips parted as he watched me. His cheeks flushed with desire.

I rubbed my clit harder and faster. I wanted to please him. Show this side of myself only to him.

“Xavier. Oh my God. I want…”

“Come for me, love.” His voice was pure gravel.

Pressure built between my thighs as the faceless stranger revealed himself to me.

Sapphire eyes. A jagged scar. Dirty words wrapped in an English accent. Tattoos and promises and…

The knot of pressure unraveled quickly.

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