Page 70 of Only for Him
She responds by biting my hand.
Hard.
I don’t let go as I tighten my grip to keep her silent. Her eyes glare at me, dark and delirious with need.
I push her deeper against the metal shelving.
Her eyes don’t close. Her pace doesn’t slow.
She wants to see me break.
She takes my cock in both hands now, twisting one way, then the other, rhythm brutal and unrelenting as her teeth sink deeper into the meat of my hand.
She’s not asking for mercy.
She plans on dragging it out of me, squeezing it from the base like she’s wringing a towel.
And it’s fucking working.
I’m thrusting into her hand now, helpless.
Controlled by her grip, her breath, her dangerous mouth clamping against my palm.
I’ll fuck that mouth soon enough. Fill it until she gags.
I wonder if she’ll bite me then.
She’s close, so fucking close, and I want to see the moment she spills over.
She’s good. Too good. Too much. She shouldn’t be touching me at all. And definitely not like this. Not like she fucking owns me. But God, I let her.
Iwanther to feel the way I throb for her. Ache for her.
I pretend it’s about dominance and power.
But it’s not.
It’s abouther.
My little viper. My undoing. My fucking drug.
She knows what she’s doing. I should have seen that she was capable of it—and maybe I did.
Maybe thisiswhat I wanted.
No,I think, desperate and torn.Not yet.
I try to pull back. I’m losing control. My cock pulses in perfect harmony with her hips on my fingers. My balls draw tight. Heat pools low in my core.
“Stop,” I grit out, a warning. My cock jumps in her hand.
Her eyes turn feral now and she defies me yet again. Speeds up. Daring me to do the same.
She covers the head of my cock with a palm and starts to rub in vicious and unforgiving circles.
She’s going to break me.
But not before I break her.
