Page 48 of Darkest Retribution

“No.” I cross my arms, leveling him with a glare that saysclothes off or get out.Just then, I notice movement in the corner of my eye, but I don’t look out the window. I don’t want Dom to know I know he’s watching. Not yet.

“You need to feel like you’re in control?” Simon laughs. “Sure, sure. I’ll take my clothes off.”

God, he’s even worse than I thought he’d be.

As he strips down, so do I, until we’re both standing in front of each other, naked. Then he steps forward, gripping the back of my neck and slamming his lips to mine. His lips are all buttery, and it’s kinda gross, but I moan into the kiss anyway.

He turns us, pushing me onto the bed. “Open up your legs.”

When he gets onto his knees, I raise an eyebrow.Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.

He swipes his tongue, parting me, before... well, I’m not quite sure what he’s doing. It sort of feels good, but not in an explosive, this-is-gonna-make-me-come kind of way. Honestly, it just leaves me wanting more.

After a few minutes, his tongue runs over my clit, and I moan. But then he goes lower, and I have to stifle frustrated sound.

“Tell me, how good does it feel, baby?”

If he calls me baby one more time, I’m going to strangle him.

“Actually, if you could focus on my clit, that’d be great.”

He pulls back, rolling his eyes. “I know where the clit is, Jade. I’ve been doing this for years.”

For a second, I’m stunned at theaudacityof this man, but then I shrug. “Fine. Rock my world.”

He doesn’t catch the sarcasm in my voice, diving back in.

At least he’s enthusiastic.

For a few more minutes, he keeps doing whatever he’s doing, focusing on all the wrong areas. I end up grinding my hips against his tongue, trying to give my clit some stimulation, before giving up.

Whatever. It’s not supposed to be good.

“Oh, fuck, baby, I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside you.” Simon stands, moving closer. He grabs his dick, guiding it toward me, but I snap my legs shut.

“Let me get a condom.” I crawl over the bed, opening my nightstand drawer and pulling one out.

“Do we have to? I want to—”

“I’m not on birth control.”

That shuts him up.

It’s a lie. I have an IUD, but Simon doesn’t need to know that. I’m not fucking him raw.

As soon as he rolls the condom on, he grabs my hips and pulls me to the edge of the bed. He slides into me with a groan, gripping my arms and keeping me upright.

It’s not painful, but it doesn’t feel that great, either. Simon’s eyes are shut as he pumps in and out of me, so I don’t bother with an expression that makes it seem like I’m enjoying this. I throw in a few moans when it looks like he’s getting close.

When he comes, he groans, slowing his strokes. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“So do you.” I smile up at him.

“You liked it?”

I nod, batting my eyelashes. “It was great.”

He smirks, pulling out. Then he flops onto the bed, panting. After a few minutes, his breathing starts to even out, and I’m not about to let him stay the night, so I nudge him with my knee.

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