Page 184 of Sinful Pleasure

A long, scalding finger dipped inside me, stretching my walls.

“Does he know who you belonged to before him?”To prove his point, his thumb spreads my arousal to my clit, circling it slowly.

I couldn’t remember my own name, let alone how to escape this moment. Maddox adds a second finger, filling me as he strokes lavishly, teasing the building pressure inside me.I gasped for air as his next thrust made my nails dig into the wood beneath me.

“I belonged to Angelo King, and he knows it.”

A third finger entered me roughly, sinking deep. He fucked me with savage precision, his fingers claiming me completely.

The click of a gun froze me in place.

Fear and excitement flooded my body in equal measure.

“You belonged to me. Never my brother,” he growled.

His thumb circledmy clit again, melting my knees, only to stop when I needed more. I cry out in sweet agony, trembling in his arms.

“You fucked your fiancée yet, princess?”

He already knew the answer to this question.

He knew it deep down to his bones, but he wanted to hear it from my lips—to degrade me further as his fingers torture my pussy, bringing me to the edge only to stop when

I’m about to explode.

He did it on purpose. It was a punishment.

He wanted to see me fall apart in his arms, again and again, crying and begging in sweet agony.

“No,” I manage to whisper.

He hummed in approval, pulling his fingers away.

I cried softly at the emptiness left behind, the feeling of my almost-release slipping further and further away.

“Lift your dress for me.”

The words hit like a harsh degradation, but I obey without hesitation. My body aches and pleads for him.

With trembling hands, I lift my dress just above my waist. The cool air collides with my heated skin, leaving me covered only by my panties. I felt exposed, but Maddox quickly covered me.

“You’re going to take me against this tree?”

‘'Yes,” he answers without hesitation.

My cheeks flushed hot.

“If you’re going to take me against my will, at least have the guts to look me in the eye while doing it,” I say, my voice shaky but defiant.

I heard the sound of his zipper. The breath caught in my throat as I felt the tip of his cock at my entrance, spreading my wetness to prove his point.

I was lying. He knows it. I know it.

“Against your will?” he laughed, his voice dripping with mockery as he spread my wetness with slow, deliberate movements of his cock.

When the head of his cock brushes against my ass, I hissed at the forbidden sensation.

“You’re soaking my cock, princess,” he murmured darkly. “I could easily slip inside that sweet, tight ass of yours, using your wetness as a fucking lubricant.”

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