Page 48 of Burn for Me

Picking up the scissors, I cut through the straps and banding of the sports bra she wore, freeing her tits. Fuck, she was beautiful. The pink raised scar on her chest stood out, inciting rage deep inside me. Massimo hurt her. Left his mark on her. I wanted to leave a similar mark right in the middle of his forehead.

I twisted a pert nipple, making her quake against me as she let out a little squeal.

A red flush covered her chest, and she tipped her head back into the pillows, her hands gripping against the ropes restraining them.

I stood.

‘No. No! Oh you fucking asshole!’ Laura cried, her cunt grinding against nothing but air.

Watching her rage was nearly as delightful as watching her lost in pleasure. Her cheeks practically glowed red as she thrashed on the bed, unable to even press her thighs together with the way I had her tied.

Reaching into my rucksack, still discarded against the wall, I grabbed a black marker pen and popped off the top.

Pinning Laura down to the bed with one hand on her pelvis, I wroteBEGin large letters across her stomach.

‘No,’ she huffed out, her eyes saucer wide at the black marks on her skin.

I hummed to myself, running my fingers along the length of her torso, circling around a nipple. She scowled at me, her brows creasing in the cutest way.

My dick strained against my trousers, every little expression on her face making me harder by the second. What I wanted was to climb on top of her and sink fully into her wet cunt. To have her look up at my face as she fell away from the world in bliss. To feel every single tremor of her pleasure right against my dick.

Holding off physically hurt. But I needed her to want it so badly that she demands I fuck her. To have her know she wants it as badly as I do.

Using the scissors, I snipped off her soaked underwear, holding them up so she could see the evidence of her need.

My dirty girl.

Fuck, I wanted more than ever to be able to talk to her. To taunt her with words all well as my touch.

I had so much I needed to say to her.

Dropping her panties on the bed, I slid my fingers down into the warm, wet welcome between her thighs.

Fucking soaked. All for me. Her mind might not have accepted me yet, but her body had. It craved my touch.

‘Oh god,’ she groaned when I hooked my fingers inside her.

I’ll be your god, if it means you screaming my name out to the universe.

Taking my wet fingers from her, I wiped them over her lips, her tongue darting out to lap at my fingers. Lust laced her eyes before she blinked and turned her face away.

Tsk tsk. Still trying to fight her needs.

Picking up the pen, I wrote across her perfect tits. MINE.

She struggled to read the text, but when she figured it out, she actually growled, much to my amusement.

‘I’ll never belong to you, no matter how long you keep me on this fucking island.’

Pressing my fingers back inside her soon had her changing her tune to a rich tapestry of moans.

My sweet, angry little thing.

Gripping her chin in my other hand, I forced Laura to look at me, each lusty groan bringing another wave of embarrassment into her reddening cheeks.

If I wasn’t careful, I’d get carried away. Seeing her crave me was addictive, like a drug I hadn’t realised I’d been missing all my life.

Her stomach quivered with each jerk of my hand and when she opened her mouth, I thrust a thumb inside. Like the perfect little sex fiend, she sucked on it instantly, her eyes fluttering closed.

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