Page 37 of Scorched King

He shifted his head and closed his mouth over my neck, his teeth biting down at the same time his hand pressed over mine, forcing my finger harder against my clit. That pressure was almost enough to set me off. It was definitely enough to make me want more.

“Bad little girls don’t usually get to come. So if you’d like to get that orgasm you’re reaching for, I suggest you apologize.”

Shocked, I sucked in air. I could barely breathe at the moment, let alone form words. He’d begun moving our hands in tandem around my clit, but making sure that neither of us actually got too close. Between his words and that building pressure, I was going to explode from the ache in my core.

And now that he’d said the word, it’s all I could think of. “But I need to come.” I heard the whine in my voice, but it couldn’t be helped. I was feeling desperate at this point.

“That’s not an apology, bad girl.” He started to lift both of our hands from my panties while my brain screamed for him to keep going.

“I’m not bad, Daddy. Please. I’ll be a good baby girl. I promise.”

His chuckle brushed against my ear. “Mmmm,” he groaned. “That’s a little better. And enough for now. But, if you really want to be my little girl. I can show you what that means.”

“Yes,” I cried, breathless as he pushed my hand back into place. “I’m going to come.”

“Then come, baby. Come all over our hands and show me how much you like this.”

That was it. His words were the final cut to the thread holding me together. Stars exploded behind my eyes as the orgasm burst free from my tightened core. With my legs shaking, I lost my balance, but his arm caught me and pulled me back against him to keep me from falling.

It had been so long since I’d felt anything remotely like this, it seemed to go on forever as the aftershocks ripped through me over and over again. Not since that one time with him…

By the time it was all over I could barely stand. JD must have sensed my distress as he lifted me into his arms and carried me over to the bed, placing me gently down. He closed his mouth over mine and teased my lips with his tongue, but when I opened to meet him with mine he pulled away.

“Go ahead and take all the time you need to gather your things.”

“What?” My brain was still stuck on what we’d just done, and the ache for more that still pulsed between my legs. All I could think about was having him inside me, stretching me until I thought I couldn’t take another inch.

I didn’t understand where he was going with this.

“I’ll wait outside while you finish packing. I’ve got some club business to deal with.”

I blinked, unsure that I’d heard him correctly. Did he just pull the club business card on me? A surge of anger burned its way through my lust addled brain. “What are you talking about? You’re leaving?”

He didn’t answer at first. He just watched me with those intense, unreadable eyes.

He finally shook his head. “Just waiting outside so you can finish what you need to.” The implication in his words settled heavily on my chest. I was trying to read between the lines of what he said, but I couldn’t have heard him right. Was he suggesting I finish myself off while he sat outside?

I sat up and tried to reach out for his hand, but he remained just out of reach. “Be a good girl and do as I say. As soon as you’re ready, shoot me a text and I’ll come help you with your bags.”

My throat tightened to the point I couldn’t speak, which turned out to be a good thing because I wasn’t about to beg him to stay.

With that he disappeared from my bedroom and left me staring after him. I sat totally still, unsure how to process what had just happened. He’d just given me the best orgasm I’d had in a long damn time and yet left me completely hot and needier than everbefore. Outrage flooded through me as I tried to process his request.

Be a good girl my ass. He couldn’t just tease me like this.

Although in my rational brain I knew he could do exactly that, my irrational brain wanted to make him pay. I rolled to my side and opened my nightstand drawer, pulling out every single toy I owned. While a part of me did actually want to finish what he’d started, I decided then and there I wasn’t letting him off the hook or making this any easier for him.

Asshole.

I tossed my toys in my bag as well as a bottle of lube as a wicked smile pulled at my mouth. I most certainly would finish what he started, but not while he waited downstairs in his truck.

If he wouldn’t finish the job then I would, but I’d sure as hell make sure he watched—or listened while it happened.

My patience had officially run out. JD Monroe was about to get a taste of his own medicine and I planned to enjoy the hell out of it.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

JD

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