Page 37 of Lies like Rubies, Part One

I slid a hand down my belly to tangle in the curls at the apex of my thighs.

“My tongue licking up your thighs until I reach your hot and aching pussy.” I slipped a finger through my folds and then circled my clit. “Flicking your clit, achingly slowly, my tongue slipping over you, lapping up the sweet taste of your desire.”

I moaned as I increased the pressure on my clit, giving myself over to the pleasure with a sigh.

“Show me what you like, kitten,” Dante ordered hoarsely as I brought myself closer and closer to completion, closing my eyes, imagining his mouth between my legs, licking, sucking, and biting on my clit. As I careened over the cliff, he snatched my hand away.

“What the hell?” I whine loudly, shocked at my audacity, trying to tug my hand away from his grasp.

Dante chuckled and pushed away the blindfold, exposing me to his cruel gaze. “Your orgasms are mine, little slut.”

I squeezed my eyes tight against the tears that threatened to spill over, and finally did, streaking down my cheeks to my utter shame. I’d been so close to begging him to let me finish myself.

What is wrong with me?

Dante gazed at my naked body as I trembled on the bed. “You might be more trouble than you’re worth, you know that?”

Shit. Lizzie.I shook my head frantically. “I’m worth the trouble, I swear.”

He hummed and stroked his thumb through the wet tracks my tears had left on my face. “Time will tell.” He took my wrists and tied them together again, above my head, pulling my arms taut and tying them to the headboard.

Dante dragged the rough pads of his fingers down my arms, my sides, my hips, and then down my legs until he knelt between my knees. I gasped, flushing with embarrassment as he ran his lips along the sensitive insides of my thighs. “Stop,” I whispered. “Please don’t.”

“Please don’t what, slut? Please don’t look at your pink and swollen pussy, dripping with need, begging for a thick cock to fuck you hard?” He leaned forward until his broad shoulders pushed my legs apart, and I could feel the heat of his breath on my center. I closed my eyes against the intense embarrassment of his violating gaze.

“Please don’t run my fingers through your wet and throbbing pussy, reminding you who it belongs to? Please don’t make you admit that you’re soaking wet for me, desperately wondering what I’ll do to you next?” He ran a single digit up my folds, from back to front, circling my clit, then pausing at my entrance.

My hips twitched.

“Please don’t taste the sweet ambrosia of your desperate need?” He licked up my slit, then ran the flat of his tongue over my clit, and I groaned.

“Such a needy slut, hot and wet for a man who wants nothing more than to see you cry,” he said as he plunged a finger into me, roughly thrusting in and out as he laved my clit with his tongue.

“I don’t want this,” I begged as pressure coiled in my center, about to rush through me in a sharp release of tension.

“Your wish is my command,” he said, his dark chuckle sending shivers down my spine. He pulled away, leaving me gasping for breath and trembling, wondering if I’d made the right decision as I moaned with frustration.

No, it was the right decision. I took a deep breath. “Thank you,” I said, unable to stop a tear from trickling down my face.

Dante leaned back in to lap at me, tasting and teasing me as I fought for air and struggled to put a thought together.

“You won’t be thanking me by the time I’m done,” he said, bringing me to the brink over and over again until I was a wet and whimpering mess, miserable and aching with frustration.

“Please,” I finally begged as he sucked on my clit. With each hard, hot pull of his mouth, I writhed on the bed, desperate to escape his wandering tongue. “Finish this.”

“What do you need, Sofia?” he asked me, his voice so deep it was almost a growl.

I pressed my lips together in a thin line. I needed him to pound the daylights out of me and give me the orgasm of my life, but I couldn’t bear to open my mouth and ask for it. Not from him, not from a man who’d put me in a cage and made me eat like a goddamned animal.

He sucked harder on my clit, then curled his fingers, scraping up against that spot that made me wild.“Please!”

“Tell me what you need, Sofia.”

“Fuck you, Dante.”

He rubbed his fingers inside me as I moaned and whined, desperate to climax yet never quite tipping over the edge as he expertly played my body.

“Sofia, do you want me to fuck your wet and begging pussy with my big, thick cock until you come?” he asked, slowly drawing out every word, his black eyes holding mine as he waited for my answer.

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