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“Now,little girl,whenever you’re sassy with me, I want you to imagine what it would feel like to have my cock buried deep in this tight little hole instead of my finger, how much more it would hurt, how much more shamefully arousing it would be, how hard I’m going to make you beg and writhe and come.”

Her cheeks flushed brighter, and I could practically hear her heart pounding in her chest. Her fingers dug into her reddened flesh, her breath coming in sharp gasps as she tried to adjust to the feeling of my finger stretching her open. Her tight little ass was like a vise around me, quivering and tensing as her bodytried to get used to the feeling of being invaded in such a taboo way.

But I didn’t let her get used to it.

It was delicious, seeing her like this—vulnerable and exposed, completely at my mercy. I couldn’t resist teasing her a bit, testing her limits, pushing her further than she thought she could go.

Kiera Delaney was like a drug, and I couldn’t wait to get another hit.

I pulled out slowly, letting the tip of my finger brush around her rim before pushing back inside, a little harder this time. She sucked in a breath, her hips jerking forward as I worked her open, her asshole tensing at the pressure.

I fucked that little hole with my finger because I wanted it sore.

I wanted her to know that I was the only man who could take her there, that no one else had ever gotten her this worked up, and no one else ever would.

I wanted her to remember this moment—the feeling of my finger buried deep in her ass, the heat of her skin against mine, the weight of my words sinking into her skin.

I wanted her to remember that every inch of this beautiful body was mine.

She looked so fucking sexy, her chest heaving, her skirt pushed up around her hips. The sight of her, the feel of her tight little hole gripping my finger, was intoxicating, and I couldn’t help but grin.

This was going to be a lesson she would never forget.

I leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder, and she shivered, her breath catching as I trailed my lips along the curve of her neck.

“You’re taking it so well, love,” I murmured. “Like you were made for this. Made for me. And look at how wet that pretty little pussy is getting. You’re enjoying this.”

“I’m not.”

She was lying.

I shifted, bringing my free hand around her hip to tease her swollen wet folds. Her eyes fluttered closed as I brushed over her clit, the pressure light, but deliberate.

The moan that slipped from her lips was all consuming, the sound going straight to my cock.

I leaned closer, nipping gently at her earlobe, and she shivered, her fingers digging into her skin.

“You don’t have to pretend with me, Kiera,” I murmured. “Your sweet little pussy tells me exactly what you need.”

Her breath caught, her body stiffening under my hands. But before she could respond, I thrust a second finger into her ass, pushing deep and stretching her open.

She gasped, her eyes flying open, and her hands clenched against her flesh, her nails digging into her skin.

I kept fucking her like that, my fingers pumping into her tight little hole, teasing her clit with each thrust. The sound of her moans, the feel of her body tensing around me, the scent of her arousal filling the air—it was maddening, and I couldn’t resist pushing her further, driving her toward the edge of release.

The faraway sounds of the dining room faded away, replaced by the soft gasps and moans that spilled from her lips. I kept her right there, her body strung taut, her pleasure just out of reach.

It was a heady feeling, knowing that I could break her like this—that I could take her apart with nothing more than my fingers.

“Tell me how much you hate me,” I growled in her ear, and her breath hitched, her fingers curling tighter against her skin.

“Fuck you,” she muttered, her voice trembling.

“We’ll see about that, love,” I chuckled, nipping at her earlobe again. “Won’t we?”

CHAPTER 17

Kiera

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