Page 20 of Dark Embers

“Beautiful,” I murmur. “Turn around.” My voice brooks no argument.

Sabrina swallows, and I can see a spark of defiance right before she slowly turns. The soft hem of her dress raises and swishes with her, giving me a glimpse of her milky-toned thighs.

“Do I meet your standards?” Sabrina sneers mockingly, her head turning to look at me.

“Did I give you permission to speak?” I query in a harsh tone.

I see the surprise once again flicker in her eyes before they darken with anger, her cheeks flushing with humiliation. Before she retorts, I’m off the sofa and standing behind her. My one hand wraps around her throat, pulling her back against me while the other slips beneath the hem of her dress, feeling her naked ass, not at all protected by the lacy thong she’s wearing.

“You’ve never done this before, have you?”

I slide my hands over the soft curves of her ass before gliding beneath the thin fabric. My finger slips between her cheeks, grazing over her puckered hole. Sabrina sucks in a sharp breath, her whole body jerking against me as I circle it, wondering if anyone has entered it.

“Answer me, Sabrina,” I whisper into her ear, feeling her shiver.

She arches towards my hand as I slip it down and round to her dripping wet pussy, a telltale sign of desire.

“If you’re hoping I'm a virgin, you’re going to be disappointed because, yes, I’ve done this before—plenty of times,” she quips sassily, deliberately playing dumb as to what I asked her. “In fact, I love sex.” I know that’s meant as a barb. Itwas an act of defiance and a last bid at her not losing control or giving in to the darkness slowly luring her in.

I squeeze a little tighter on her throat and circle her clit with my thumb, eliciting a strangled moan from her as her body grinds down onto my digit.

“What do you expect?” She retorts. “You have your hand in my pants teasing my clit.”

Her defiance makes me smile. I pinch her swollen clit hard, and she lets out a squeal that turns into a moan, long and rich, as it escapes her throat. Beneath my fingers, I feel the little nub throb for more.

“Do you want your release, malenkaya?” I demand. “Do you want to drench my fingers in your come as I drive you to heights of ecstasy?”

“Oh… God!” Sabrina breathes, trying to hang on to what little control she has left as she tries to rub her greedy little pussy against my finger.

“You give me what I want, and I’ll let you have your release.”

“Do you want me to suck your cock? Or let you ram it in my ass?” Her voice is nasty, with an angry edge meant to cut at me, but instead, her defiance only fuels my desire. Her body is shaking uncontrollably as she arches against me.

I suck in a sharp breath and push my throbbing cock harder against her while she grinds into my thumb, trying to stimulate her tight little clit. “If and when I want to do that—trust me—I will,” I promise, my mouth close to her ear. “But not before you’re begging me to do it to you.”

“I'll never beg for anything,” she responds, her voice barely audible as she struggles to maintain her control.

But I can feel her body starting to win the fight against her stubborn brain that refuses to let go as she writhes with need.

“Is that so?” I challenge and start to move my fingers in and out of her pussy.

“Yessss…” Sabrina breathes, starting to move in time with my fingers, and I move my hand from her throat to clamp it around her waist for support, tilting her slightly forward to give me better access to her dripping sex. “Faster… harder… I need more.”

I feel her starting to crest and mercilessly pull my hand from her pussy. Her juices glisten over my fingers and thumb. I have to stop myself from tasting her or pulling down my pants and replacing my fingers with my cock. Fuck—she’s nearly pushed me to a point of losing control.

But I gather my composure and bite down on the overwhelming desire to fuck her, giving her what she wants.

“Get into the room.” I pull my arm from around her waist, and she stumbles forward. Her purse still dangles from her shoulder as she grabs the door to steady herself.

“What?” Her head swivels toward me. Her eyes are wide with confusion, desire, and the agony of the need for release from the flames licking at the apex between her legs. “Please…”

“Get into the bedroom, malenkaya!” I order, my tone brooking no argument. “Don’t make me tell you twice.”

She fumbles with the door handle before pushing it open and stepping inside. I follow her in and watch as she takesin the bedroom. The low cast of golden light sets the mood beautifully, catching the heavy velvet drapes that pool like dark wine on the floor. Thick silk cords hang loose beside them—perfect for joining a pretty set of wrists to the slats of the king-sized headboard. Sabrina’s desire-filled body quivers like she’s anticipating that very thing.

As I shut the door behind us, her eyes dart toward me, confusion and need playing tug-of-war with her ready-to-ignite body.

“Are you happy now, sir?” she mocks.

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