Page 121 of Sage Haven
His eyes glowed with dark amusement. “Too late now, wildflower… I’m getting my taste," he promised, a determination in his voice. "So why don’t you keep those pretty legs open… or I’ll tie you back up to that chair in my basement. Understood?"
A shiver ran through me at his persistence and his seeming need for me.
I nodded. Desperate. Willing.
Because I wanted this. Without any hesitation.
"Good girl," he whispered.
When his fingers slid between my thighs, I gasped, my hips jerking into his touch.
He held my legs apart with ruthless ease, his gaze never leaving mine as he circled my clit slowly, deliberately, driving me to the edge one excruciating stroke at a time.
And then—he pushed two of his fingers inside me. Slow. Deep.
I whimpered, back arching, hands clawing at the sheets.
“So perfect,” he growled, pulling his fingers back as his tongue trailed fire down my thigh before taking me completely into his mouth.
The moan that tore from me wasdesperate. I fisted the sheets, my body bucking against his mouth, his fingers, and the rawness of him. I was flying, drowning and burning all at the same time. Somehow, he made all of that possible.
But just as I reached the edge—he stopped and I came whimpering back down.
“Reich,” I cried out, trembling beneath him. “Please.”
He pulled himself to meet my face, as he hovered over me, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re clever,” he said softly. “But I’m not giving you what you want until you give me what I want.”
Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. “I… I don’t know what you mean.” I acted dumbfounded. Knowing full well, the answers he wanted. The shame he wanted bare before him.
He pulled back, his warmth gone. His absence a cruel shock to my system.
“Why won’t you answer me?” I whispered.
He said nothing. His eyes were hard. Closed off.
And it hurt. More than I thought it would.
But I knew that the only way out of this was giving him what he wanted. No matter how much I wanted to hide.
But I wasn’t going to give it to him on his terms.
“Fine.” I relented. “But I’ll only tell Castor what happened” I blurted out.
I continued, “He can convey it toyouafter.”
Reich stilled. Something flickered in his gaze, but his face stayed cold.
“Okay,” he said flatly.
And then he turned and walked out.
Just like that.
Leaving me aching. Empty.
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