Page 67 of Princess of Hawthorne Prep

Only this time, there isn’t anyone to rescue me.

I can’t help but squirm against the insistent slide of his fingers.

Am I trying to get closer or away from him?

I release a breath when his finger disappears only to dip inside my pussy before returning and carefully probing the muscle, pressing an unrelenting finger against the tight ring. A gasp escapes as instinct kicks in and I clench.

He smacks my ass cheek. “Don’t ever try to keep me out of a place that belongs to me. I’ll touch every single part of you if that’s what I want.”

Deep down, I knew that would be his response.

With Austin, there will be no secrets.

No propriety or space.

My body will belong to him to use how he sees fit.

For his pleasure.

And mine.

Even if I’m filled with shame, he will force his way past my defenses and give me exactly what I need.

It’s that knowledge that has me relaxing my muscles as my teeth sink painfully into my lower lip. My gaze stays pinned to the reflection in the mirror. The image of us—me standing with my back arched, holding onto the rim of the tub for dear life and him hunkered down behind me, inspecting and playing with the most intimate part of me is ridiculously sexy.

When the blunt tip of his finger presses into my body, I can’t help the moan that falls from my lips. I wasn’t prepared for the pressure or burn of the muscle stretching to accommodate the width of his digit. As uncomfortable as it is, there’s something else simmering beneath the surface.

Something indescribable that feels all kinds of wicked.

As much as I want to hate it…

I don’t.

“You’re so damn tight,” he growls. His voice is strained as if he’ll lose it at any moment.

He pushes in half an inch or so before slowly withdrawing. Just when a sigh of relief is on the verge of escaping from me, his finger breaches the tight muscle for a second time and slides even further inside my body. His other hand continues to massage my cheek, pulling and stretching as he falls into a steady rhythm of pressing forward and gaining new ground before retreating and then repeating the movement.

“Your ass belongs to me, Delilah.”

It’s a statement of ownership.

One I’m unable to argue with.

Nor do I want to.

“I know.”

That quiet acceptance is rewarded with a kiss to my cheek as he continues the steady motion. Pressure fills me each time he enters my body and slides inside. It’s almost a shock when the burn begins to fade and pleasure sparks to life in the nerve endings before progressively building. It’s like a newly ignited fire that needs to be carefully tended to in order to flourish.

And that’s exactly what he does.

Stokes the flames burning inside my body.

“Good girl,” he praises. “Know how I can tell that you like this?” Before I can respond, he continues. “Your pussy lips are glistening. I bet it wouldn’t take much to make you come. All I’d have to do is rub your clit while stroking my finger in and out of your tight little asshole and you’d fall to pieces around me.” His voice deepens, turning several shades darker. “You have no idea how tempting it is to do just that.”

I suspect he’s right. Even now, I feel the heat smoldering in my lower belly. My eyelids feather shut as pleasure takes hold. His finger slides deeper inside my body with each surge forward until he’s able to flatten his wide palm against me.

“I wish you could see how perfect you look with my finger buried knuckle deep inside your ass. Fucking beautiful.”

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