Page 44 of Slay Me

“Yes. So good.”

“What are you picturing,” I question as I imagine it’s my fingers stroking her. My flesh covered in her arousal.

“You. I always picture you.”

Fuck me.“Spread your legs further, Liv. I want a full view.” She does, spreading them far apart, and I imagine gripping her thighs with my hands, kneading the muscle as I rub my cock against her. “Tell me your fantasy.”

“You’re between my legs, your mouth on me.”

“Does it feel good?” I ask. “For my tongue to be stroking your clit?”

“Yes,” she whimpers. “Fuck. That feels so good.”

“Keep going, Liv.”

She does, stroking herself with the vibrator. Her free hand fists in the covers, and she arches up, breath quickening. “I picture your hands on my body.”

“Show me.”

Her free hand releases the comforter, and she slides it up over her body to cup her breast. Finger and thumb pinching her nipple, she rolls it and gasps. “Like that.”

“And then what.”

“You’d drive into me.”

“Fuck yes.” I pull against the restraints, desperate to do just as she describes. “You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you. How badly I want to hear you scream my name as I bury myself inside you.”

“Ringmaster,” she starts.

“No.”

“D.”

“Abso-fucking-lutely not.”

Her gaze lifts to me, and she freezes. “What do I call you then?”

The power of my name is far stronger than anyone realizes. Any who know it own a piece of me. My loyalty. But I refuse to hear her call me anything else when she comes. A decision I will likely regret when this is over. “My name,” I start, “is Dante.”

Her lips part, eyes widen as she begins to move her hand again. “Dante,” she whispers.

My beast surges in response to the magic she now wields over me. But I’m far too turned on to care. “Yes, baby. Come for me. Please fucking come for me.”

Her breathing quickens, free hand dropping back to the blankets as she fists them, the hand holding the vibrator between her legs steady. “Dante!” she cries out, body arching off the bed as she comes—hard. “Yes!” Her hips buck, sliding up and down as her release drenches the vibrator.

I jump up from the chair and move as quickly as I can toward her. Then, I fall to my knees and stare up at her. She sits up and stares down at me, crystal blue eyes stealing my breath.

My gaze drops to the vibrator in her hand and then lifts back up to her. “Rub it on my lips,” I order. “Ineedto taste you.”

For a moment, she hesitates, and I wonder if this is the straw that has her running from me. But then, she reaches out and draws the pink toy across my lips. I close my eyes as the taste of her overtakes every sense I have. I come undone, an addict, her sweet tang my drug. Running my tongue over my lips, I take in all of her that I can, an addicted man already desperate for his next hit.

She’s my beauty.

I’m her monster.

And there’s not a damn thing I won’t do for her—except let her go.

She climbs off the bed and heads into the bathroom without a word, vibrator still in her hand. I stand then, crossing the room to take my seat in the chair once again. Cock straining my pants, my arousal is nearly unbearable. Especially given the fact that I can still taste her on my tongue.

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