Page 23 of Deadly Obsession
“Wasted.”
Lie number two. He sees right through it.
“Do you even need to pee?”
“Y-yes.”
Lie number three. Busted.
“Fine. Then let me fuck it out of you.”
My body betrays me, and I whimper. Elias squeezes my throat harder. I vaguely register the clink of my clutch hitting the floor.
“Mmm. Such a needy little liar, aren’t you?”
I press my thighs together. He sees me squirm.
“What do you need? Is it consent? It’s yours. Will you let me fuck you right now against the bathroom counter?”
I will my voice to speak up and say no. That I don’t want to be fucked against the bathroom counter. The words are on the tip of my tongue.
But I’d be lying.
I do want this.
I wanthim.
And Elias sees it all over my face.
He backs us up until my ass hits the hard line of the counter. He leans in, brushing his lips over mine.
“Last chance, Ma Chérie.”
Okay so he’s definitely calling me something in French every time he says Reine.
I could look it up but then that would mean I care, which obviously I don’t.
“Please,” I say, the word barely a whisper.
Elias’s mouth crashes down on mine. My hands grip his shirt, and I pull him closer. His tongue teases my lips, and I open them for him. He shoves his tongue inside and lashes it against my own.
Fuck, I forgot how amazing he is at kissing.
Without breaking the kiss, he slides his free hand down my front and through the slit of the dress—easy access to my heated core where he finds me soaked.
Andpanty-less, as promised.
I moan into his mouth when he slides one of his thick fingers inside me. The sound encourages him, and he adds a second finger. He starts pumping in and out casually while simultaneously choking me and masterfully moving his luscious lips over mine.
The more I whimper, groan, and moan, the faster his fingers fuck me.
My body remembers his touch. It’s been deprived... neglected...needy.
Which means it doesn’t take long for me to reach my release. I’m sent over the edge when the heel of Elias’s palm presses against my clit.
He waits until my clenching cunt stops before he pulls his fingers out and licks them clean.
“Good girl, Sage,” he says and releases my neck to twist me around.
