Page 49 of Until You Break

Then I drop to my knees in between her spread legs.

She gasps and her eyes widen as she peers down at me. “Dominic, w-what are you doing?” she asks, apprehensive.

And yet, she still doesn’t tell me to stop.

I fuck her with the vibrator and she opens her legs more for me, obviously needing the friction.

“Do you need my mouth on you, baby?” I ask, running my tongue at the apex on her thigh and tasting her arousal. Watching as she tries not to moan out loud, I remove the vibrator, run it over her clit and she screams.

“Music to my fucking ears,” I groan, swirling the vibrator around and she starts trembling. “I need to eat this cunt, but you need to ask me to do it.”

Aria starts whining and speaking incoherently when I remove the vibrator from her pussy again, shaking her head.

“P…please, Dominic,” she whispers. “Please, I need… Ineedto—”

“What do you need, sweet girl?” I tease, flicking my tongue lightly over her clit but she moves her hips toward my mouth, I pull away. “Tell me—”

“I need your mouth on me!” she cries out, her breathing heavy. “I need to come, please… please, God, I need you…”

What a needy slut, that didn’t take long at all. A thrill of satisfaction shoots through me and I grab her thighs, spreading them for me. Fuck, she’s so goddamn wet..

“Is this what you prayed for, Aria?” I taunt, licking a slow stripe up her cunt. “Tell me, Little Sinner, how does it feel to have a devil on his knees for you, ready to worship?”

“So, so good,” she whimpers. “Please don’t stop, Sin.”

Her voice trembles as the word slips out, soft and unintentional, but it cuts through me like a knife.

Sin.

My heart stops, and I look up at her, my tongue still working slow, teasing circles against her sensitive clit as I study her face. Her eyes are half-lidded, glazed with pleasure, her head tipped back against the bars.

She’s lost in the moment, completely unaware of what she’s just said, completely oblivious to the way it’s gutted me.

My hands tighten on her thighs, keeping her spread open for me, and I drag my tongue in a languid stripe up her center, savoring the way her body shudders above me.

I move up slightly, placing a kiss just above her core, my fingers slipping lower to tease her in my absence.

“What you just called me,” I say, my tone steady, but my chest tightens as I wait for her answer. “Say it again, Aria.”

Her brows knit together in confusion, her breath hitching as my fingers slide inside her, curling just right.

“I–I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she stammers, her voice breaking as her body arches into my touch.

She doesn’t realize. Fucking hell,she doesn’t realize.

I force my tongue to move again, lazy circles over her clit, my eyes locked on her face, studying her, searching for any sign that she knows what she’s done. Her hips roll against me, her hands curled into fists, and I realize she doesn’t.

The thought twists something inside me, part relief, part fury. How could she forget? How could she bury everything we were, everything we are, so deep that the name she used to call me slips out without her even realizing?

And just like that, the hope fucking dies again. She remembers something, even while I’m eating her cunt. She remembers, and the more I push, the sooner I’ll have my Little Sinner back.

I double down, dragging my tongue over her with renewed purpose, drawing out every moan, every gasp, until her body is trembling under my hands.

If she doesn’t remember, I’ll make her. If she’s buried the truth, I’ll dig it up and shove it in her face until there’s no denying it.

She continues to moan and shiver, but for some reason my mind isn’t fucking here.

Why the hell did she forget about what we shared? What happened to her after she ran away from me?

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