Page 122 of Savage Reign

“Talking…” I finished lamely.

“Were we?” he asked, moving on to another area. “I thought you were begging me to fuck you. And how can I say no to you? Don’t you like this, my baby?”

Fuck. I nodded, trying hard to concentrate. “Y-yes.”

He moved to the bottom of my breast and sucked on the swell there. “This?”

I nodded once more.

I felt him smile. He knew he won. He moved to my next breast and gave it the same treatment.

His hand came out to play then as he fondled me.

I closed my eyes, taking in the feeling of it, as a slow tremor worked its way down my body.

“Silas.”

“Why don’t you use your words, angel? Tell me you like it when I play with your tits.”

How the hell did he expect me to say that to him?

He pulled back and slapped my nipple. I screeched and tried to pull away. He held me still by pressing one hand down my stomach, the heavy weight of it doing weird things to my insides.

“Baby? Do you like it?” He gently played with the nipple he had just abused.

I bit my lip to keep from answering him. He smiled, a sort of challenge glinting in his eyes as he slapped my nipple once more.

“Stop it,” I said, the sting of it staying with me long after the slap.

“Angel.”

“Yes! I like it when you play with my tits,” I said meanly.

“Really?”

I didn’t even have time to process that one word before he was spreading my legs out and looking down at my pussy.

“Look at this. Look at how wet your greedy cunt got from a little nipple play.”

My cheeks burned. I was wet. I could feel my arousal gushing out of me now, and I thought he was able to see that as well. I turned away and tried to close my legs. He moved his body between them, making it impossible.

“This is mine. You’re mine.” A strange note entered his voice, enough that I opened my eyes and looked at him. What a strange statement. “Mine, mine, and fuckingmine.”

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled on it.

“Yours,” I said because it felt like that was what he needed from me then. I tried to keep my brain focused, even when I felt like it was drowning in the water of delirium.

He nodded once, his hand sliding down, and he cupped me.

I lost my breath then and looked away from him, but not before I caught the look of arrogance cross over his face as he took in my wetness.

“Silas.”

“Do you know how insane you drive me?” he asked, dipping one thick finger inside me. I instinctively clenched around it.

He let out a soft moan and slowly pumped his finger in and out of me, driving me crazy.

I arched back, but he followed, his eyes blazing down my skin and focusing on what his finger was doing to me.

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