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“Oh, Finn…” I moan, sliding two fingers inside myself, tipping my head back, picturing the punishment he’ll unleash once free.
His body bucks beneath me, his resolve slipping. Good.
“Stephanie. Pull those panties to the side and sit the fuck down,” he growls.
Sparks shoot through me.
“Does that mean I can come?” I ask, looking down at him.
His eyes burn into mine.
“You can come on my face, yeah.”
I lift away, making him groan, dragging out his torment.
“Fine. Yes. My demanding wife. You can come to London with me. But you’ll follow every damn instruction. You won’t leave my side. And I’ll be taking you up on that offer of fucking every ounce of frustration out on you, even if I’m covered in blood. Do you hear me?”
My smile is so wide it aches.
“I understand.” I pause, savoring it.
“Sir.”
“Good. Now sit the fuck down,” he growls.
And I do. Riding his tongue, knowing the second I release him, I’m in serious trouble. As he sucks on my clit, my toes curl.
“Finn. I’m close.”
“I know. But you’ve been a bad girl, and you don’t deserve to come like this, do you?”
I shake my head. My eyes locking on his. He swipes his tongue along me, and I tremble. Holding onto the headboard for support.
“I–I can’t hold it.”
He ignores my plea, and I squeeze my eyes shut. If I come, I know my punishment will be torturous. So I hold it back, fighting every nerve in my body.
“You can, and you are. Because you’re my good girl,” he praises.
And that nearly sends me over the edge.
“Let me loose, and you can come as hard as you want, temptress.”
As fast as I can, I begin undoing the knots. I have no idea what I’m in for, but I can’t fucking wait.
Chapter 77
FINN
The second my wrists are free, the beast inside me snaps loose.
I hurl her across the bed like she weighs nothing, her back hitting the mattress. I’m up on my feet, and I drag her down and pin her to the floor. Before she can even blink, I’m on top of her. My mouth crushes hers, teeth clashing. She tastes like sin, like victory, like the one thing I’ll never let go of.
I rip her panties away in one savage pull, leaving her bare and writhing. She claws at me, but I catch her wrists, slam them above her head, and bite down into the soft curve of her throat. Her cry echoes through me, spurring me on.
“You tied me up?” I growl against her skin, biting again at her collarbone until I feel her shudder. “You thought you could trick me into getting your own way?”
And she can. Because she won. But she won before this little stunt. That’s why that gala dress is hanging up in the closet for her.
