Page 29 of The Payback

I rub at that spot inside her, my thumb circling her clit. She rocks her hips into my hand, grinding without shame or reservation as she seeks release.

“Are you going to take off again?” I ask one last time.

I feel the fight in her body—the need to assert she is her own woman and doesn’t take orders from me.

I stop moving, letting my fingers rest in and on her, lingering on her most sensitive parts and not giving her the friction and stimulation she needs. I pull away from her marked skin, licking my lips and wanting the taste of her sweet cunt on my tongue.

Finally, I feel the moment a new rift forms in her walls. “Yes, I will. But I’ll text you when it happens.”

It’s not the answer I want, but it’s good enough. “Deal.”

I hike her dress up around her thighs, shoving and ripping at the tight material. She helps me from the other side, yanking the material up to her waist until she’s wearing it like a goddamned belt.

I widen her legs as I undo my trousers, take out my throbbing and aching cock, and palm it, anticipating her slick pussy milking me and drawing out my pleasure.

“Dimitri, please,” she begs.

“Shh, Sabre. Patience.”

She bends further over the counter and lifts her ass into the perfect position. I step closer, trailing light fingertips up the backs of her thighs and along the globes of her perfect peachy ass.

I tear her lace panties off, shove the scraps into my pocket, and run the head of my cock through her drenched folds, coating myself in her arousal before pausing at her entrance.

“This is going to be hard and fast, Sabre.”

“Good.”

I plunge into her, and she shouts, her pussy clenching around my cock as I hold still for a second, savouring the feel of her wrapped around me. I grip her hips, withdraw slowly, and drive back into her.

“Fuuuck, Sabre.”

Her panting grows stronger as she begs, “More, Dimitri!”

“As you wish, my Sabre.”

Her begging spurs me on, and I revel in the control she’s given over. It’s hard-won, butIwon it.Imade that crack in her walls, and I will wedge myself in there so fucking hard, she’ll never be able to cut me out.

The need to bend this woman to my will is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

She’s it for me.

She’s the elusiveonewe’ve all heard stories about, believing them to be fairy tales and nothing more. But as she reaches for me, pulling me closer and looking at me over her shoulders with that lust-drunk look and challenge on her face, I know the universe sent her to me for a reason.

A sheen of sweat breaks out on my brow at the realisation, the room suddenly feeling too warm, as if the air is pressing into my skin from all sides through my suit, choking the breath from my lungs.

Elsa’s pussy tightens around me, making my balls draw up and my cock throb within her. My heartbeat doubles like galloping hoofbeats on a track as I chase my release. Her dark hair fans around her on the countertop, and she moves her hands to the lip of the marble, her grip white-knuckled where she holds on as I take her from behind.

“You want to come for me, my Sabre?” I ask through gritted teeth, holding onto the last of my sanity and fighting the orgasm as it coils at the base of my spine. “You want me to get you off?”

She’s sobbing against the counter, a mix of pain and pleasure, frustration and satisfaction. All of it amalgamates into a human-shaped ball of need as she cries, “Yes!”

“Too bad.”

I thrust into her one last time, roaring as I send myself over the edge, releasing deep inside her as she pants below me. Her pussy grips me, refusing to let me go and encouraging me to make her come, but with a foggy head and an iron will, I withdraw from her greedy cunt.

As I pull out, my seed slips from between her lips, and I marvel at the sight of it. I catch some on two fingers and shove it back inside her where it belongs.

“You asshole!” she curses, following it up with a pound of her fist on the counter beside her.

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