Page 46 of Hawthorne

He hums before taunting me, “Is that so?” The zip hits the bottom, and when he lets go of it, the skirt pools at my feet. “So,if my hand happens to travel to your core just for confirmation, you won’t be wet for me?”

I’m not sure if I am enjoying this game or if I am just a masochist, but I shake my head again.

“If I find that you’re lying to me, little Milla, there will be consequences. Are you ready for that?”

“Yes,” I whimper when both hands are tracing circles at the top of my thighs, teasing my arousal.

Something is telling me that tonight is going to be nothing like last night.

“Remember that my finesse expired last night,” he reminds me, and I gulp just as one of those wandering hands finds my bare bum and squeezes it. “If I do find you wet, I’ll bend you over and fuck you senseless.”

An expectant sigh leaves my lips, and my body buzzes in anticipation of what will happen tonight instead. If last night he was being just mild, I wonder how amazing it will be tonight.

There’s a light graze against my panties, and my legs buckle. Vincent’s arm quickly comes around my waist, holding me up. Not even waiting for me to recover, his finger quickly moves the flimsy fabric of my knickers to the side, tracing the straight line of my damp slit.

Oh god.

“I thought you were tired?” His words come out in a sarcastic chuckle. “Not enough to resist me, it seems. Now, will you be a good girl and take me, Camilla?”

“Yes,” I choke out the confession.

“I am in such a foul mood,little Milla. Do you know why?” The hand that had been holding me by the waist travels up to my chest, passing over my chest before settling on the front of my neck. The other one, though, stays put on my core, massaging and continuing its slow, torturous movement along my slit.

“The first thing is the fact that I woke up alone in a cold bed.”

“Oh!” I gasp when his index finds my clit, pressing hard. “But I—”

“Did I say you could interrupt me?” His hand squeezes my neck lightly in warning.

It’s not enough to cut off my air supply, but it does increase the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I suspected he was a dominant man in bed, but I am sure this is just a glimpse of the man he can become behind closed doors. And it turns me on so much.

“As if that weren’t enough, I see my brother all over you.” His words come out in a low growl right next to my ear.

“Bu—” I am cut short, startled by the intrusion of two of his fingers inside me.

“And as if that wasn’t enough…you weren’t coming to see me tonight.”

Slow and controlled movements. In and out, keeping me so crazed that I can’t even focus on his words anymore. This is pure torture as he drives me crazy with pleasure but not enough to push me over the edge—yet.

I’m buzzing, my body feels like it is on fire, and my eyes keep rolling to the back of my head with every thrust and flick of his fingers. His taut chest and abs flex against my back, making the moment even more erotic.

He is building me up quickly, and I am sure a release will follow soon.

“It disappoints me to no end,little Milla. I thought we were equally drawn to each other.”

“Please,” I beg.

“You want to come?” he pants in my ear. “You want me to make you come?”

“Yes.”

The weight and warmth of his body pressed against mine disappears suddenly, as well as his hands. I can’t help but whinein response to the cold that invades my body with the distance between our bodies.

“Wha—”

“Then get down on your knees,” he orders.

My eyes widen at his bluntness, and yet, more fluid runs down my core.

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