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“Slowly,” he growled.

I touched my nipples, which only made me need his hard dick inside me more. I could see his dick jerking the more I fondled myself, and it was turning me on. It was driving me wild as it twitched up and down, and I thought about it going deep inside me. I felt drunk or high or both. This was something I’d never done in front of anyone before, and desire was building inside me to a raging inferno. I wanted to come. Yet, I wanted him to go mad with lust watching me. He’d given me the power, something most guys I’d dated had never offered, and that made me even hornier.

Suddenly, I felt my tightness becoming more and more intense as I put one finger, then two, and then three inside my heat. I met his gaze as I moved my fingers in and out at a steady but slow pace. His breathing was becoming faster and faster and I could tell he was as turned on as I was. Yet, he still didn’t get out of that damn chair and fuck me.

With each flick of my fingers, I felt my orgasm getting closer and closer, until finally a few moments later, I exploded in a fit of pleasure, moaning his name out loud.

He walked toward me and my breathing hitched. Still, he had that crooked grin on his face, and I felt my cheeks flush.

“Good girl,” he said, then he kissed me passionately on the lips.

Any other time, I’d have told him off for saying that, but I was desperate for more, for him. His fingers traced over my clit and I moaned into his mouth.

He was gentle but firm, and he knew what he was doing as he eased a finger into me and then another. He pressed harder, and I gasped as I felt the pleasure move through me. I begged for more, and he gave it to me. His touch was unyielding, and I was completely at his mercy.

The way he made me feel, the way I was completely under his control, was exquisite. I was addicted to the way he was able to make me feel and the way he could keep me on the edge of pleasure without ever pushing me too far. The more I melted into his touch, the more I wanted him so I could ride the pleasure he was giving me merely with his fingers. I wanted more.

I grasped his shoulders, trying to hang on, as another orgasm pushed through me. Yet, he wasn’t pushing me down on the bed and screwing my brains out.

He was dominating me, but I loved it. My entire body quivered as I finally got to the peak of my orgasm.

“How many men have you been with?” he asked in a husky tone.

“What?” I gasped, trying to catch my breath. Trying to make sense of his words.

“How many men have you let in here?” He pushed his fingers in deeper and I let out a breathy moan, my body trembling.

What did he want, a number? A confession? “I-I—” I licked my lips, unable to answer him as he eased his fingers out of me with a curse.

“You’re a virgin? Fuck, you’re not ready for me.” He strode to the door and walked out, leaving me desperate and confused.

“Asshole,” I screamed after him.

9

BEAST

Natalia cussed me out as I left her alone in my bedroom.A fucking virgin.I shook my head. Never would’ve guessed in a million years she hadn’t had sex with one of her many boyfriends.

Her bare skin was milky white and I wanted to feel those peachy curves against me. I snatched a pair of shorts from the dryer and put them on over my throbbing cock.

And I had wanted to bury myself inside her wetness and fuck all the other losers out of her mind forever. The way she was touching herself wasn’t like a woman trying to seduce a man. It was like she was pleasing herself and her cheeks were pink, as though she was shy, whenever she did look over at me. She looked at me like I was a goddamn prince and her hero. The vulnerability I saw in her eyes when she gazed at me, expecting me to fuck her, had me doing a double-take.

I’d had many women before… virgins and whores. And I knew the difference when I touched one. Not to mention my fucking wolf had howled inside me that she was ours. That I needed to claim her.

The intensity in her blue eyes and her full, kissable mouth were more tempting than anything I’d ever experienced with anyone before.

How easily I could’ve taken advantage of her. Been her first. But I wanted this to be something she chose on her own and not while in the middle of passion.

I clenched my hands into fists and a growl rumbled from deep in my chest. I hadn’t expected this. But I couldn’t blame her for cussing me out. She’d been embarrassed and I hadn’t helped. I tried to push the image of her touching herself away as I grabbed my radio and walked out the door.

It would’ve been easy for me to take advantage of her, but I wanted her to crave me more than anything in her spoiled, rich life.

I slid open the patio door and left her, shutting the door behind me.

Outside, the sea breeze cooled my heated skin. I kept walking until the house was out of sight. If I saw her or heard her voice, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from plowing into her sweetness. It almost felt like I was a novice, and I almost hadn’t been able to control myself. She was so wet and so eager. It had taken everything in me not to take her right then. To shove her against the bed with that ass in the air and my hands on her tits, making her beg for me.

I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing out a breath to calm myself. The last thing I needed was to have a boner the rest of the damn day. Or think about how she moaned out my name while giving herself pleasure.

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