Page 115 of Carnal

I lick her lobe, increasing the speed of my fingers, uttering, "Who owns your pussy?"

She closes her eyes and her breath turns ragged. Her voice cracks as she barely gets out, "You do."

"That's right, baby girl. And when we get home, you're letting me tell my family about us," I proclaim.

Her face hardens. Little wrinkles form on her forehead from her pinning her eyebrows together.

I bring her to the edge. Her body trembles, and I slow back down. Nibbling on her neck, I order, "Tell me you understand."

She stays quiet.

I speed up again, and she whimpers.

"Answer me," I demand.

"Please," she whispers, frantically circling her hips.

I take my other hand and hold her thighs. "You aren't allowed to come until I permit you. Now, tell me we're coming clean."

"I..." She blinks several times as I pinch her clit then slide my pointer finger inside her. She mumbles, "Oh shit."

I roll my thumb on her clit and swipe my finger around her walls, taunting, "You want to come, baby girl?"

"Please," she begs, her skin on fire.

"Tell me you agree," I command, working her harder than before.

"Trist—" Her mouth hangs open.

"Say it," I repeat, slowing down.

She puts her hand on mine and buries her face into the curve of my neck. I barely hear, "I agree."

My ego soars. Finally, after all these months, we'll be free. Then I can marry her and officially make her mine.

"Good girl," I praise, then release my hands from her thighs and fist her hair, tugging her head back. I kiss her, gliding my tongue into her mouth when her lips part.

She moans, her body convulses, and she frantically returns my kisses.

I don't let up, even when her whimpers turn louder and there's no way the driver doesn't know what's going on. And maybe I'm more like my brother than I thought because something about him knowing she's mine and I'm the one who knows how to please her makes me harder.

Just as she's coming down, the car stops. The driver clears his throat and announces, "We're here."

I retreat, release her, and shove my fingers in my mouth, licking her arousal off them.

She turns toward the opposite window, catches her breath, and zips her pants.

Arrogantly, I get out of the car and reach in for her.

She ignores me, pushing the other door open and jumping out.

My gut drops.

Here we go.

She's going to backtrack now.

For the next few minutes, I barely listen to the resort host speak. He hands Pina a coconut with some drink inside it. I decline one, and we get on a golf cart.

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