Page 112 of Salvage Him
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Brooklyn
His sudden absence hurt my feelings, and my body protested. I was so close. I stood up confused and a littledizzy.
I crawled ontohislap.
His cock stood at attention between us. It gleamed in the light, covered in me. I reached for it, but Harrison grabbed my hands and held them behindmyback.
I pouted and strained against him. He had a firm grip and wouldn't letmego.
"What's wrong,kitten?"
"Don't." I cringed and pushed offhislap.
The wrinkle above his nose showed hisconfusion.
I shook my head andturnedaway.
He grabbed my hand and yanked me back. His hands went to my throat as he lifted me and dragged me across thetable.
I grasped his hands, kicked, and screamed for him to letmego.
"Brooklyn. Stop," heyelled.
Istopped.
He held his face, red with rage, a few inches from mine. The grip on my neck loosenedabit.
I wiped away thetears.
He maintained his hold on me, his face hoveringovermine.
"I'm sorry,"Isaid.
"What the fuck was that?" heasked.
"It was nothing." Ilookedaway.
The hand around my neck squeezed, and his other hand ran down my torso and my stomach and pressed into mypussy.
I moaned when his fingers rubbed against my clit. I grounded my hips into hishands.
"Tell me to stop, Brooklyn." He plunged two fingersinsideme.
I didn't, but I turned my face awayfromhim.
He stopped and stepped awayfromme.
The sudden loss of his hands tugged atmysoul.
I sat up. I crossed my hands over mychest.
"I didn't tell you to stop," I said, my tone nowhere appropriate for addressingmyDom.
"You might as well have; when you don't look at me, you're not with me." He held up his hands and dropped them. "What's thepoint?"
