Page 44 of Deviant

“I said closer. Don’t make me get up from this couch and make you.”

She inhales deeply and bridges the remaining gap between us until her knees brush against mine.

“There. I’m here. What do you want?” she says with a hint of defiance in her tone.

“What I want is for you to sit on my lap and make me come.”

“You wha—”

But before she finishes the word, my hand is already at her throat, wrapping around it until I feel her pulse beat under my fingertips.

“You want to make it up to me? To make me less upset? Well, these are my terms. Sit on my lap and make me come. That fucking simple.”

As my grip on her neck tightens, her rapid heartbeat takes flight. I stare deep into her hazel eyes as she considers her options.

As if she even had any.

“Tick-tock, Rowen. And bear in mind that patience is not a quality I’m known for.”

“If I do this, will you let me go?” she croaks.

“Do you really want me to?” I ask, amused, taking notice that her pupils doubled in size the second I grabbed her throat.

“I do,” she lies.

“Fair enough,” I reply, releasing my grip, my blood humming in delight with the imprint of my fingers now marked on her fair skin.

No more pretty summer dresses for her.

Only turtlenecks if she doesn’t want to have to explain to her daddy how she got such bruises.

Rowen can pretend all she wants that she’s sickened by my request, but the glimmer in her eyes betrays her. I watch as her chest begins to heave up and down as she slowly positions herself on my lap. When she’s finally straddling my thighs, I place my hand at the hollow of her back and push her against me. She gasps at the sudden move and places her palms flat on my chest to give her some breathing room.

“That’s better,” I smirk, elated with this little game of mine.

“Now what?” she says with a bite.

“Now you’re going to be a good little girl and rub that tight cunt on my dick.”

Every crude word is perfectly curated just for her because the blush that overtakes her face is just too delicious not to be enjoyed.

“I’m not going to do that,” she retorts as if she had any choice on the matter.

“On second thought,” I taunt, wrapping my hand around her neck again. “I like my hand exactly where it is. I’d like it even more if you were bound and gagged,” I forewarn, just so she knows that this game of mine is tame compared to all the shit I could do to her. “Now, what was that you were saying? The thing that you weren’t going to do?”

Rowen’s eyes become two fine slits as I add pressure to her neck. She’s getting off with the idea that I might just snap it at any minute.

It could well be the case.

I haven’t decided yet.

“Fine. I’ll do it. But don’t think I’ll enjoy a minute of it,” she continues to lie.

“Whatever you say.”

With her gaze fixed on mine, she slowly starts to rub herself on my half-mast cock. Her movements are languid and slow, as if she’s trying to find her rhythm while reacquainting herself with my length.

Not sure what Aidan’s fucking packing, but I know that I’m bigger than most.

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