Page 29 of Shadowed Vows: Ghost
"Already so wet," he growls, circling his palm against me. "Is this what snooping does for you? Or is it being caught that gets you off?"
I shake my head, my brain short-circuiting as his fingers work magic against my pussy. My mouth opens but nothing comes out except a gasp.
What the fuck am I doing? I practically met this guy hours ago. He's a walking red flag; domineering, mysterious, and somehow bypassing all my defenses like they're made of tissue paper.
"Tell me to stop." His voice is a command as his fingers slide under the shirt, trailing fire along my inner thigh.
I should. I absolutely should. Instead, I press my thighs together, trapping his hand. "Make me."
Something flashes in his eyes—triumph, hunger, something darker. His fingers slide higher, brushing against my slick folds.
"So fucking wet," he growls, circling my entrance with a teasing touch.
I whimper, hating myself for it even as my hips buck forward.
"Tell me what you want, Alina," he demands, his fingers continuing their torturous exploration without giving me what I need.
"I..." My voice catches as his thumb barely grazes my clit. "I want..."
"Say it," he commands, applying the slightest pressure. "Tell me exactly what you need."
"I need you to…" I gasp, pride dissolving under his skilled touch. "Please…make me come."
His eyes darken with satisfaction. "There it is. The 'please' I wanted to hear."
Then, abruptly, he steps back, removing his hand entirely. The sudden loss of his touch leaves me gasping and disoriented.
"Go to bed, Alina," he orders, his voice rough with restraint.
Fury and frustration surge through me as I realize he's played me, gotten me to beg only to leave me wanting.
"You fucking asshole," I spit, pushing off the wall.
"Think of it as punishment for snooping," he says, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement. "Actions have consequences."
"Fine," I snap, pushing past him. "I'll take care of myself."
I storm toward my room, cheeks burning with both arousal and indignation, my thighs slick with evidence of my humiliating response to him.
Once I reach the door, I turn back for one last glare. "Fuck you, Ghost."
His expression hardens. "No, little hellcat. That's exactly what's not happening tonight."
I slam the door behind me and lock it, leaning against it for a moment as my body vibrates with need.Fine. If he wants to play games, I know how to handle this myself.
I move to the bed, pulling the shirt up as I lay back, spreading my legs. My fingers slide between my thighs, finding myself impossibly wet from his touch.
I've barely started to circle my clit when the door suddenly crashes open, the wood splintering around the lock. Ghost fills the doorway, his massive frame vibrating with fury and desire.
"Oh no, you don't," he growls, stalking toward the bed.
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Kade
The sound of the door slamming echoes through the hallway, but it's her parting words that ignite the fire in my veins.
Fuck you, Ghost.
