Page 59 of Tamed By You

“More…” I pant. I’m slowly losing it over here.

“Or should I go here?” His hand slides agonizingly slowly up my inner thigh, disappearing beneath my dress. He moves his leg as his expert fingers replace it, rubbing small circles on my swollen clit. “Does that feel like more, Ali Cat?”

Another whimper escapes from me.

God, he’s fucking good.

“Or does this feel like more?” A finger slides inside me and my back arches off the wall, my body falling into him. He holds me up, his fingers working harder, and I am so close I feel the pressure building.

“H… please,” I beg, the need for a release becoming too much.

“Tell me we are more. Tell me you won't go on a date with him.”

I swallow, my eyes meeting his, “Jealous, are we?” I tease breathlessly.

“Yeah, I fucking am,” he growls.

Being the bitch I am, I decide to push him, determined to win this battle.

“Well, that's tough shit, H.”

“Well, that's a damn shame.” He slides his fingers out of me, putting space between our bodies, and I wince at the loss.

“You can't be serious.”

“Deadly,” he says, eyes locked defiantly with mine.

“We agreed. Fuck buddies, nothing more.”

“Yeah, well, shit changes.”

What does he mean by that?

“You better finish me off, Harry Walker, or so help me, god.” I don't know if it's desire or rage, but my chest is heaving at a rapid rate. I need a release before I go clinically insane.

“Tell me, you won’t go on a date with him,” he repeats, but my stubborn streak takes over. If there's one thing, I hate most in this world, it’s being told what to do, especially by a man.

“No,” I spit. I don’t want to date Brett. Not one part of me does. I only have eyes for Harry, and that scares me. I fear if I let go of this push and pull that we have, that if I cave, and give in to how I feel, I’ll fall so far there’s no coming back.

He brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks my arousal off them, moaning as he does, and the sound makes my eyes roll and my eyelids flutter close. “Mmmmm, so fucking sweet.”

Giving him a wicked grin I say, “If you don't get me off, I will go out there and drag Brett in here to finish off what you started.” I barely finish my sentence before he pounces on me. His hand grips my throat, not enough to hurt me but enough to still me, and my body thrums with excitement.

“You wouldn’t fucking dare,” he growls. His eyes bore into mine, a mixture of heat and hate.

I narrow my eyes, smirking. “Watch me.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Harry

Watch me.

Yeah, fuck that. Her words snap a cord in me, and I lose control. I'm on her. Lips crashing, teeth clashing, devouring her. This is us at our best, when we are fueled with anger and lust.

She unbuttons my suit pants, tugging them to the floor. I return the gesture by tearing her lace panties away from her body, pushing her dress up with such a force I almost tear that too. The need to claim her making me feral. I lift her, wrapping her leg around my waist, lining up my throbbing cock, leaking with pre cum and I slide on home. We both groan at the feeling. Her heat only arouses me more. I drill her into the wall, as she claws at my back, a heated moan leaving her lips.

“You are so fucking wet for me. Do you think he could get you this wet, huh?” I hiss.

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