Page 479 of Rage

“You’re such a bad liar,” he said with a chuckle. “Poor little kitten, you should be so unsatisfied with him.”

My eyes opened wide and I let out a loud moan as he slipped his fingers inside my channel. While thrusting them, he used his thumb on my clit. I writhed against his frame, spreading my legs as much as I could for him.

What the fuck am I doing? I should push him away… but fuck, this feels so good… but Ivan…

The storm of thoughts cut off as he kissed my neck. The roughness of his beard covered me in goosebumps. I lifted my hand and tangled my fingers into his hair, but instead of pushing him away, I pressed him into me. I knew I shouldn’t, but still, I did it.

My entire body flushed with heat. Fuck, he was so good, and the asshole knew what he was doing. He changed the rhythm and the angle based on my mewls, and when he curled his fingers and massaged my G-spot, stars played in front of my eyes.

“Oh, God! Fuck! Fuck!” I panted.

The mix of sensations overwhelmed me. The way he kneaded my tits, the rough thrusts inside my pussy, the teasing of my clit, the hotness of his lips on my skin. Everything pushed me toward the peak.

I shuddered with every new wave of pleasure and pushed myself into him as much as I could. His lips curled into a smile,and fuck, I didn’t need to look at him to guess how much he enjoyed it.

That didn’t mean he won, though. He was a good dildo, I had to give that to him, but that didn’t mean I was going to beg for him. No matter how good it felt, I wasn’t going to give him that satisfaction.

Or let him use it against Ivan.

Idiot or not, that man was still my husband, and I was supposed to be loyal to him.

“Fuck!” I whimpered, clenching around his fingers as I felt myself gnawing at the edge.

I was so close, so fucking close. I tightened my hold on his hair, shivering with each new tide of wildfire that traveled along my body.

“Do you want to say something, Katherine?”

I whined in frustration as he slowed down his movements. I bucked, trying to tease my clit against his hand, but he took his touch away entirely.

“Dimitry!”

“Yes, kitten?”

He continued to play with my breasts and fluttered his fingers over my pussy, but that wasn’t enough. My body tensed, every cell of me humming in discomfort. I had been so close! I fucking needed to come.

I released his hair and tried to touch myself, but he caught my hand and pressed it against my stomach. Dimitry laughed as I let out another mewl of protest.

“Fuck you!”

I thrashed, trying to hump his arm, leg, blanket, fucking anything. With the little touches he granted me, he kept me right on the edge. My breath grew labored, the need within me intensifying with every passing second.

Fucking asshole!

“Please!” I whined.

I cursed myself as that word left my mouth. His satisfied groan sent shivers down my spine. My vision blurred as he thrust his fingers again inside my pussy and used his thumb on my clit.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I moaned.

Pleasure, frustration, guilt, and shame mingled within me. Fucking jerk. I shouldn’t have murmured that word, but I fucking needed him to let me come. I didn’t remember the last time when I’d felt so good. Damn, I didn’t think I ever felt like that with Ivan.

But that didn’t mean Dimitry won.

And I knew how to take my power back.

As I spiraled toward my orgasm, my inner brat saw the opportunity and decided to take it. I knew it was stupid and that I shouldn’t provoke him like that, but fuck it, the proud bitch within me needed to make things even.

“Ivan! Fuck! Ivan! Yes! Yes! Ivan, yes!” I screamed as my climax shuttered my entire being.

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