Page 46 of Chasing Sarah

“Are you going to come for me?” I whisper in her ear.

“Yes. Yes, I’m going to come for you.” Her pants become erratic, and her pussy tenses.

“Mmm.” I pull my fingers out of her, then raise them to my mouth. She watches with annoyance at her denied orgasm but lusts at me sucking her sweet nectar from my fingers.

“You’re not going to let me come?” she growls, chest heaving.

“You’ve been avoiding me, Sarah. When you’ve learned your lesson, then you can come.”

I toss her over my shoulder when she thrashes, trying to loosen my grip around her wrists.

“Put me down!” she shrieks, slamming her fists against my back and ass.

She yelps when my palm connects with her ass cheek. “Not until you’ve learned your lesson about who you belong to.”

“I don’t belong to anyone!” she shouts.

Pedestrians watch with mixed expressions of concern and fear as I toss her into the SUV and buckle her seatbelt. Rounding the hood, I hop into the driver’s seat and drive down the road with an angry Sarah next to me.

I’m so pissed.

But I’m also really turned on. What the hell is wrong with me?

Actually, no. What the hell is wrong withhim?Coming into my work and demanding Jerry leave because I’mhis?

I’m not his and he had no right to act like that.

But hell… My pussy purred and wanted him to pound into me right there on the bar top in front of everyone.

“You can be silent all you want, Sarah. Just know you’ll be screaming my name soon enough.”

I give him a sideways glare, crossing my arms over my chest. He chuckles, placing his hand on my thigh. My eyes trace overthe various scars and bruises that line his knuckles. I tighten my arms across my chest to stop myself from reaching for him.

When we pull up to my apartment building, Rhys parks on the street. He opens my door and offers his hand to help me climb out. I’m silent the entire way up the steps and into the apartment.

I toss my keys and purse on the counter, then stride to my room.

When Paige told me I would be staying with Rhys, I was both livid and anxious. I knew I’d be unable to escape the magnetism of his presence.

I quickly pack my bag, then meet Rhys in the living room. He’s sitting on the couch with an ankle resting over the opposite knee.

He raises his head when I drop my things onto the ground.

“Ready?” he says, standing and placing his phone in his jeans pocket.

I stand, staring wordlessly into his emerald irises. My body is still alive with hunger after he denied me my release.

His brow quirks, eyes slowly sliding down my body. The tension between us is so thick, it’s suffocating.

I know I’ll scold myself later for this, but my body is wound too tight to care.

Gripping the hem of my crop top, I pull it over my head and toss it aside.Rhys’ eyes darken with ravenous need when my breasts fall from the material.

“What are you doing?” he asks, voice deepening with lust.

I remain silent as I slide my jeans down my legs, keeping my eyes locked on his. I kick them aside, then lower to my hands and knees.

If he’s not willingly going to give me what I want, I’m going to make him so starved for me, he’ll have no choice but to give in.

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