Page 109 of Filthy Royal

But there would be no release.

Because Damien’s thumb shifted away while the taming chain’s vibrations lessened, leaving her right on the edge.

Moaning, she arched her back and pressed her thighs together, the friction bringing the first flash of relief.

“Uh-uh.” His hands wrapped around her thighs and pulled them apart. “Legs stay spread.”

As if to drive home his command, he lodged his boot between her knees.

Scarlett whimpered, the slap of cool air only making her hotter. Near feral. Ravenous to be fucked.

Her thighs trembled with the depth of her want. Her arms quivered too, barely able to support her, the throb from clit to womb to rosebud all-consuming agony and excruciating pleasure.

“You want me to give you some relief?” His mouth brushed against her ear, and she gasped.

Lost to the heat, she hadn’t noticed him shift position, his body now curled over hers, though not quite touching.

But even the faint grazing of his lips against her skin was pure, excruciating ecstasy.

She clamped her mouth shut to keep from screamingyes.

He growled low, as if he knew anyway. “It wouldn’t take much. Just a single tap of my thumb against that needy, swollen nub, and you’d explode.” The tip of his nose nuzzled the whorl of her ear. “I wouldn’t stop at one either. You remember how relentless I can be.”

She did.

“How I’d work you over and over, let you leave wet streaks on my leathers while I dragged your ass up and down, and you rode my covered dick to climax after climax.”

She locked her jaw to keep from moaning aloud.

“Beg me, Omega. Beg me to stop. Or to fuck you.”

“Go. To. Hells.”

“Only if you come too.” The taming chain vibrated with greater intensity.

“Oh, Gods!” Her entire body jerked. Flashes of white stole her vision. It was hard to reconcile this male with the one who’d once been so fixated on caring for her.

“We haven’t even come close to reaching the full extent of what this taming chain can do, Omega. Nor have I played with those gorgeous tits yet, tugging on those nipples the way you like. Or fucked your pussy with my tongue.”

Panic slammed through her, along with desperation. She’d never make it. Never withstand.

She was losing herself to the sweet torment. To the heat of him so nearby. The scent of him. The sound of his deep voice. The force of his domineering will. Old and new memories collided. Long-ago and fresh needs throbbed at her core, the heat of his palm her only anchor—and her only chance at absolution.

“P-please.”

“That’s right, Omega.” His voice was a low, coaxing rasp. “Beg me not to go to the Brotherhood with all your transgressions and to keep you and your kin alive. Beg me to give you the chance that Crex never got.”

“Please.” Forget control. Forget being older and wiser. Forget victory. With Damien, there was only ever reckless, wild, foolish need.

His voice grew deeper, huskier. “Yes, little one. Tell me what I need to know, and you won’t even have to beg.”

She whimpered. That sounded so good.

“Tell me exactly how you can get me into Consortium headquarters.”

Oh gods. Oh gods.

“I can feel your pain.” The rasp of his cheek against her jaw pulled a whimper from her. “Give me the truth for once, and I can take it all away. I’ll make you feel so good. You know I can.”

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