Page 87 of Pretty Monsters

The nerves return. I love to dance, but I've never tried to be enticing before. Still, I find I want to rebel as much as I can get away with in the confines of our agreement.

Raising my t-shirt I halt midway, my hips start to sway, and he grabs my hip, stopping me. "Careful, princess. I'm still hungry for you. You took the edge off, but I still want to possess you."

"You already do. I want all of you, even what you're trying to hold back."

Sin's breathing turns ragged. "You don't know what you're asking for."

"Then show me," I say and pull my shirt off. The lace of my bra does little to hide how my nipples have tightened to painful peaks.

He sets me back on my feet. "Okay. Continue."

Confidence I didn't know I had wells up inside of me. Grabbing his phone I click on his internet radio app. Music floods the small space.

My body twists and turns to the beat. Slowly I pop the button of my jeans, slide the zipper down, and rock my hips as I lower them inch by inch. Turning my back to him I continue to sway, my hair brushes against the waist of my panties.

Reaching behind me, I unclasp my bra and let it fall to the floor. I drape my hair on either side of my shoulders, letting it cover my breasts, before I turn around.

Sin's hands are fisted in the blanket as he forces himself to remain seated. "Enough," he growls and moves toward me. Each step he takes is agonizingly slow, but the room is small and he reaches me in the span of a heartbeat.

"I think you like driving me crazy."

I fight a smile. "Maybe."

"My turn." His fingers dig into my hips, and he spins me around.

"Lean forward and keep your hands on the bed," he demands.

I obey him instantly, not because of our arrangement, but because I find there's nothing I want more than to please him.

"Hmm, so you can do as you're told," he murmurs.

"You told me to strip, and I did," I sass him. Granted, I knew I was pushing him, but seeing how much he wanted me was thrilling.

"I suppose, but it seems you're defiant even when you follow directions. What am I going to do about that?"

"What do you want to do?"

His hand trails leisurely up my spine. Despite his words, his touch is reverential. "I think you should know what it feels like to be teased."

Sin's fingers hook the sides of my underwear and he draws them down my legs inch by torturous inch. When they reach the ground he taps my feet for me to step out of them.

He takes a couple steps back, and I instantly feel the loss of the heat from his body.

"Lean down to your elbows, and spread your legs."

My legs shake as I comply. I'm open in a way I've never been before. I know he can see my arousal and the flush creeping over my entire body. The throbbing between my legs intensifies, and he's barely touched me.

"Please," I beg.

"You don't like being kept waiting?" he taunts.

"No," I whisper.

When he steps close to me again, I nearly sigh in relief, but still, he doesn't touch me. The anticipation ties me in knots. With a featherlight touch, he strokes my mound. Trembling, I bite my lip to keep myself from begging him again. It's clear, the more I protest, the longer he will torture me.

His touch continues to be nothing more than a whisper. Enough to remind me he's there, but not enough to soothe the ache.

Finally, he strokes my clit, soft at first, then faster and harder. I'm panting, so close to my orgasm, but before I can break apart, he stops.

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