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Unable to wait any longer, I ran my fingers gently between her legs. She jerked and moaned, her thighs shaking, and I watched my dark hand caressing that glistening pink flesh until my finger sank inside her, instantly gripped tight.

“I’d have to break you in good,” I murmured, sinking my finger deeper while she released shaky half-moans, breathing so fast, her entire body shook with it. “I’d play for hours, doll. This is so pretty. And you’d have to let me. I’d edge and torment you then make you come until you passed out. You’d wake up with me thrusting into you, but by that time, you’d be nice and pliant. Ready to take me.”

“Oh, God. Yes. Please,” she moaned, bracing her feet on my thighs until she could move her hips.

“You say that now. But baby, you’ll hate it soon enough. You’re a vanilla girl, one and done. I need a bitch in heat, not a good girl like you.”

Her eyes, previously hooded from pleasure, flew open. I froze, realizing what the look on her face meant. She was hurt.

My finger was still inside her, hot and wet with her arousal. We stared at each other in the mirror, and I waited for her to cry or tell me to stop. I’d apologize then, and this would be over. Tragedy averted.

I wasn’t ready for her eyes to narrow, her lips pursing in determination. She pulled herself higher using her arms looped around my neck and moved her hips, fucking herself clumsily on my finger.

“Try me,” she gritted out.

I would have laughed if I weren’t so out of my mind with lust.

“Now you’re just trying to piss me off.”

I slid out of her and pulled her back into my lap, grunting when her weight settled back on my cock. The knobs on top of my shaft swelled bigger than ever, and I had to bite my tongue to keep from blowing my load. I was so hard, my skin tingled where my piercings kept it taut.

“What are you… Ah!”

I didn’t let her finish. With one hand, I pinched her nipple, and with the other, I attacked her clit, drawing tight, insistent circles. It was swollen, hardened with desire. My every touch made lurid, wet sounds, and the air was so heavy with her musk, I was dizzy just breathing it in.

She shook, whimpering and moaning, her feet scrambling on my thighs, stomach tense with mounting pleasure. I was relentless, bringing her to a fast, hard orgasm that wouldn’t be nearly satisfying enough.

She tensed further, arched, and came with a drawn-out moan. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her face that was a wild mask of euphoria. Here she was. My polished, elegant princess, turned animal by my touch.

As she slumped on top of me, her feet sliding off, I petted her mound and played with her wet curls, my touch light.

“Wow,” she whispered, watching our reflection with bleary eyes.

“Mmm. Yes, one is nice. But can you take ten?” I asked, sinking my finger inside her, my palm angled to grind on her clit.

She jerked, releasing a muffled cry, and I laughed like a maniac.

Now, she’d definitely run from me.

Chapter 22

Barbara

Iwas dizzy and hot all over, my skin tingling. It chafed where I touched his clothes, their fabric coarse, yet even that touch heightened my pleasure that was also agony.

He made me come three times in a row, and I was numb between my legs, my arms trembling where I held them high, tied wrists pressing into the warm skin of his nape.

He was unarmored under his clothes, the heat of him seeping through. His body was hard and unyielding under me, so very male, and I felt like a total mess. All my muscles shook, melting from the torturous pleasure. My stomach hurt from tensing every time he touched me.

The hard length of his cock under my ass drove me crazy, too. I wanted to see it again, because one small glimpse wasn’t enough, but I had no energy to try to get off and look. My seduction ended the moment Phantom barged in, and it was his show now. He seemed to prefer it this way.

“What’s wrong, pretty thing?” he crooned when I shuddered with a strangled cry as he tapped my clit gently. “Are you done?You look like you are. Such a pretty mess of a girl. Look at yourself. And you wanted to have pictures of us taken, huh? What would people say when they saw you like this, hm? A princess completely debased by her monster bodyguard.”

He laughed gutturally, sinking two fingers inside me. I whined from the stretch, but I was so wet, he moved easily in my slick, filling me to the knuckle.

“What shall I do with you, filthy girl?” he asked, caressing my cheek with his free hand. “You can’t handle any more but you won’t say it. My stubborn little doll. Tell you what. If you want more, ride my fingers. If you can’t, we will stop.”

I laughed hoarsely, pulling my legs up with effort. I trained four to six times a week with an exacting ballet teacher. Neither muscle burn nor discomfort were ever a good reason to stop.

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