Page 22 of Lords of Ruin: Owned

“You see, your problem is that you won’t admit that you like that fact.” Cast whispers against the shell of my ear, his handcaressing the curve of my hip and sliding across the slit exposing my upper thigh.

My breath catches in my throat just as he slides across the curve of my thighs until he is only inches away from the heat of my core. His touch electrifies my skin, and my mind runs clear, every rational thought evaporates, leaving only the raw desire that pulses between us. I can feel the heat of his body against mine, the urgency in his touch igniting a fire deep within me.

“You want us,cariña.” Cast’s smooth rumble rolls over my flesh followed by the trial of his nose tracing up the curve of my neck. My chest tightens, and I struggle to take in enough air to prevent the overwhelming sensation sweeping over me, like a wildfire consuming an ocean of oil. “Shit,estás derramando belleza.”

“Cast, you are-”

“Shh, little pawn.” He presses a soft kiss to the curve of my shoulder. “Don’t lie to me. Not when you are so obviously-” His hand runs across my bare pussy, a deep, guttural groan escapes his lips and reverberates through my body. Cast's weight pushes against me and he positions his leg between mine. The sensation of his closeness and the pressure against my most intimate area makes heat pulse in my most sensitive area. “Fuck,cariñawhere the hell are your panties?” He whispers, just as his finger runs across the little bundle of nerves.

“V-vincent.” I whimper, his fingers slick across the wetness growing between my thighs.

"Did he tell you not to wear underwear?” He groans the electric current of need pulsing as his finger brushes against my clit again.

I moan, my body slumping against the wall, but Cast snakes his hands around my waist holding me up and against him.

“Yes,” I gasp, my voice barely audible as his finger expertly teases me.

Cast growls, his hips bucking into me as he adjusts himself. His breath is hot and heavy against my neck, and I can feel the tension in his body mirroring my own. “I don’t know whether or not to thank him, or punch him in the face,cariña.”

“W-why?”

“Well, on the one hand easy access for me,” his finger flicks across my slick arousal. “But on the other hand, knowing that anyone can see your sweet pussy, well I don’t know if I like that Willow.”

“Juan,”I let out a whimper and cling to his neck, calling out his real name, the one that no one else uses. My chest tightens in pain because anyone who dares to call Cast by his actual name-- Juan--will quickly learn why they shouldn't, but instead of anger or pain, he groans like he has been waiting for me to say it his entire life.

“Mmmcariña,”he murmurs. “Say it again.”

“Juan,” I whisper and he groans his approval.

His hand tightening on my waist as he moves his finger more insistently, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. “You are soaked, Willow. You are soaked forme.”

I moan again, my body trembling with anticipation as I dig my fingers deeper in his flesh. The feeling of Cast's hand on my skin, the way he holds me so close, the way his finger glides against me—it's all too much for me to handle. “Cast, please-”

“Please what, Willow. Please make you whimper? Please make you scream my name as I curl my fingers inside of you, and make you cum all over my fingers?” He whispers against my skin, his voice low and seductive, making my toes curl. I can feel the rage of desire burning inside me, threatening to consume me whole.

I open my mouth to respond, but a sharp whimper that grows into a weak whimper leaves instead. Cast's finger moves faster, his thumb rubbing against my clit with each thrust. My hips buck against his hand, unable to control the need that pulsates through me. He growls, his voice rough with desire. “You want me to make you scream my name as I bring you to the edge, and then plunge over and over again into this tight little pussy, don’t you?”

"Yes!" I gasp, my body trembling uncontrollably. The sensation of his finger inside me is overwhelming, the feeling of being so close to release that it is almost too much to bear.

“Because you are mine, cariña,” Cast whispers, his voice low and seductive, sending a shiver down my spine. His words hang in the air, thick with tension, as if he owns every inch of me, body and soul.

Before I can respond, my phone vibrates in my back pocket, breaking the moment. “Answer it.” He commands, plunging his finger deeper into my core.

I pull it out quickly, half-relieved and half-annoyed to see Jasmine’s name lighting up the screen. I can’t help but feel an undercurrent of frustration. I need to get away from Cast—now—before I lose control.

He watches me closely as I answer the phone, his finger moving in a come hither motion inside of me, that makes me want to crawl up the wall, and sink down further at the same time.

But his smirk remains, watching me with an intensity that makes my pulse race. “Go ahead,” he murmurs, the words laced with a possessiveness that sends heat to my cheeks. “Go see your little friend.”

“But-”

“But, you do not belong to me, right?” Cast whispers and my body runs cold as he pulls away from me.

“Right.” I whisper, biting my lip, struggling to keep my composure as I pull away, unable to look at him for fear that I’ll lose myself completely in him. Afraid that I will fall to my knees and give him everything he wants just so he can finish what he started.

I stumble backward, trying to put some distance between us. As I turn, my breath hitches in my throat, my body still humming with the energy he’s ignited in me.

When I glance back over my shoulder, my heart skips a beat. Cast stands there, licking his fingers clean, that knowing smirk still playing at the corner of his lips. His eyes lock on mine, filled with the same dangerous hunger that’s making my knees weak.

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