Page 151 of The Harbinger

My choking moan had him lifting me by the chin, keeping the pressure off my airways until he pulled away and I dropped back into place.

“I have other plans for your mouth tonight, my pretty toy.”

His fingers clenched around my nipple and shook my breast, drawing my nipple long and hard away from my body.

I gasped and dug my teeth into my lower lip, my gasp swallowed by his guttural groan as I worked to keep my tied fingers still.

“You’re exquisite.”

My stomach swirled, my cheeks heating as my breaths grew tighter in my chest.

The intermixture and balance of degradation and praise filled my belly with swirling excitement. It erased the warnings in my head and set my blood aflame with desire.

“Do you know how easy it would be to bleed you right now? To just forget about all of this and find a new destiny?” Sacha’s warm breath sucked away mine, leaving an acrid taste in my mouth. “But what would be the fun in that?”

His accent grew rougher, coarser, and utterly irresistible as he spoke. It was as if every word that passed his lips was a delicious sin that I couldn’t resist. I wanted to listen to him speak forever, to hear that raw, primal sound that sent shivers down my spine.

Sacha moved behind me, my tied hair and throat preventing me from following his movements until my hips, placing me at an angle in the air.

“That’s better.”

His fingers grazed against my hips first, trailing over the top of my ass, then following the line of my crack down to my core between my spread legs.

“Still so wet for me.”

My eyes watered as the ache between my thighs grew. “Please, Sacha.”

“I’ll give you what you need.”

“Yes,” I said with a breathy moan.

“Wanton little slut, aren’t you?”

I flattened my lips and hummed my reply as his fingers plunged inside of me in return.

“Oh my…” I gasped as his fingers tore into me with brutal jubilation. “Fuck.Fuck.”

A low growl sounded from behind me, then he sunk his teeth deep into my ass cheek.

I screamed, the sharp pang of deep muscle ache locked my thighs, and I jerked against my finger ties, my leash tightening around my throat as I tipped my head down.

“You’re so wet, Mia.”

The wet sloshing rhythm coming from behind me proved as much, the dampness slicking the inside of my legs. “God, Sacha. Just fuck me. Please.”

He pulled out of me, tapping my pulsating clit with his fingers in quick succession, causing me to jump.

“I have just the thing for that dirty mouth of yours.”

Sacha walked away, drawing the air away as he dug into his top drawer, then turned around with a head strap swaying from his fingers. “Most would choose to use a ball,” he said, stalking towards me, his erection framed in his silky pants. “But that eliminates a hole to use. Doesn’t it?”

My heady breaths filled the area as he stood in front of me and tilted his gaze at me, the goat head tattoo staring back.

“Doesn’t it?” he repeated and tapped my cheek, the silver object he’d had before was now gone.

“Yes.”

“Very good.” His wet fingers moved over my lips, the musky taste of my arousal slicking them. “Open up.”

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