Page 14 of Such a Naughty Girl

‘There, there,’he muttered. ‘Let it out.’

My sobs were back with force as his strokes ventured lower, touching my thighs and the crease between them and my butt.

‘God, you’re adelightfullittle thing when you’ve got your mouth closed. Your skin is so fucking soft.’

I let out a moan as his fingers dipped lower.

‘Oh, Izzy. For all yourcaterwauling, you’re sopping wet.’

‘You said you wouldn’t touch,’I whimpered.

His fingers stilled against my pussy, resting against my clit. ‘You’re right, I did.’

I expected him to release me, but he didn’t. He simply held his fingers there. Myembarrassmentpeaked when I moved to make his fingers slide against me.

‘If you’re going to do it, slut, do it properly. Fuck yourself against my finger. What was it you called me? An old creep? Yet here you are with an ass as red as fucking Rudolph’s nose and trying to get off.’

Burying my face against the couch cushions, I arched my back, craving thesensationshe’d given me when he’d had me against the counter. It was like the pain he’d spanked into me had inflamed some kind of needy demon inside me.

‘Little whore, can you feel what you are doing to me? Rubbing against my dick with your hips. If you get Daddy all excited, you’re going to have to take his dick somewhere in this fine little body of yours. Where will it be?’

His words only had me moving my hips faster, chasing release. I hated how that first orgasm left me craving more. Unboxed desires I’d ignored my whole life.

‘I asked you a question, Princess,’Emmett demanded, his voice cracking with desire. ‘Where will you take it if you get Daddy all hot? Pussy, ass, or mouth?’

I didn’t wantthathuge thing in any of them.

Or did I? The idea of him pinning me down and taking what he wanted sent a terrible,treacherousinkling of want into me. Being taken by this hulking woodsman was nothing like I’d ever dreamt about. There was no soft and sweet. He was demanding anddomineering. And it didsomethingto me.

Oh god. What was wrong with me?

I stilled my hips and went limp against his lap. ‘Stop. I don’t want to do this.’

Emmett removed his hand from between my thighs, a hefty sigh filling his chest.

‘As you wish, Princess. You took yourpunishmentwell enough.’

Extractingmyself from his lap, I wiped at my tear-soaked face, trying to swallow down thehumiliation. I’d been so close to wanting him.

Too close.

I needed to get out.

CHAPTER EIGHT

EMMETT

My balls ached.

Spanking Izzy had only left me with a raging hard-on and nothing to do with it.

The urge to pin Izzy down and fill her with my cum wasoverwhelming. To steal her innocence and feel herdescentinto pleasure. I barely knew the girl, but she stirred up all kinds of longing in me. Longing I’d long since switched off.

The cabin was silent except for Chunk’s snores and the low crackle of the log burner.

The cold shower I’d taken had done nothing to douse my heat. I’d relented to letting Izzy have her evening meal demanding nothing from her, a choice I regretted.

The scent of coffee filled the cabin as I pressed the plunger on the French press, watching it slide the grounds to the base of the chamber.

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