Page 97 of Cruel Devotion

“Yet, your pussy. It has been calling to me.”

Another soft moan left me.

Thank God the others didn’t hear.

“Mmmhmm.” His voice grew hoarse. “The struggle between wanting to surrender and maintaining composure in front of everyone. I see it in your eyes.”

A shiver ran down my spine.

My skin tingled in anticipation. Each word he uttered was like a soft caress, teasing and tempting.

That wicked smirk widened, revealing just a hint of his teeth. “I love seeing this battle in your eyes.”

The heat of his gaze met mine, sending ripples of warmth throughout my body. “You battle that struggle very well, Monique.”

I swallowed hard, the sensation of being so exposed, so vulnerable under his sensual touch along with all the watchful eyes around us, only amplified the intensity of the moment.

“I wonder. . .” Lei licked his lips. “Is that the sign of an excellent Mountain Mistress?”

“Y-you should. . .stop.”

“Why?”

Another moan left me.

“Damn it, Monique.” He rubbed my pussy in slow circles. “I want to fuck you right now. Put you on the table and stick my cock into you.”

Holy fuck.

The interplay of desire and restraint.

The tantalizing game of push and pull.

The table’s chatter rose as everyone remained blissfully unaware of our intimate dance.

And the pressure built.

The pleasure intensified with each second, as Lei masterfully controlled the tempo of our secret rendezvous.

I closed my eyes.

Lei whispered. “Open them.”

I gritted my teeth.

“I’m so hard right now.” He groaned. “There might be a hole in my robe.”

Every fiber in my being was alive with pleasure.

The overwhelming lust that burned in my veins ignited a fire inside me, one that could only be extinguished by his touch.

I gasped as he pressed his thumb against me, and I bit my lip to keep from screaming out.

My hands fisted the table linen, trying desperately to contain the desire that bubbled up inside me.

Lei’s fingers explored.

He teased and tortured.

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