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My kitten is as depraved and filthy as me and I want to corrupt her even more.

Precum leaks from the head of my cock as she circles her hard nipple, pinches and pulls, before returning it to her wet heat. As if tethered to me by an invisible thread, she turns toward me, baring every fucking inch of her. My eyes zoom in on her rapidly thrusting hand as she rises on her toes when the pleasure becomes too much.

I cannot look away while I feel my heartbeat in my ears and I breathe silently to not alert her. She’s so lost and consumed that she probably wouldn’t have heard me if I had called out her name.

The second her spine goes rigid and her panting grows louder, I wrench my gaze back to her face to memorize the look she wears when she falls apart.

“Yes… yes… yes,” she mumbles incoherently, and my world stops when she whispers, “Dash.”

Her orgasm rains down on her.

She crashes and splinters into pieces under the wave of pleasure.

My harsh exhale and her soft whimpers fill the space. And just like that, I’m a goner for Bianca. She sealed her fate when she called out my name.

Her chest rises and falls with each calming breath as she comes down from her high. She looks like an effervescent dream, skin flushed and glistening from the water. Except, I wish it was my cum covering her. Then she’d be perfect.

The sound of my footsteps shifting closer yanks her back to reality and her hooded gaze clashes with mine. She swallows as a pink hue darkens her cheeks. When her eyes land on my cock pushing against my pants, her bottom lips curl between her teeth.

“You’re breathtaking when you come, kitten.”

Chapter Thirty-two

BIANCA

Oh my god.

He watched me make myself come. And while I called out his name, no less.

I flush even harder at his praise.

Fuck. I begin to hyperventilate while he stands a few feet away with his eyes digging into me in his unnerving ways that make my skin tingle and light up again. Despite coming harder than I’ve come in a long while, my pussy is ready for another orgasm. One delivered by him.

With his tongue. His fingers. His huge cock that got hard watching me.

None of my brain cells seem to be functioning because I don’t make a move to shy away or cover my body. I just stand there, the steam creating a cloud around us while water teases my back and lets him soak in every crevice and inch of me.

Realizing my intention, his jaw sets, eyes darkening savagely, as he runs them all over my body slowly, teasingly, and hungrily. He looks angry but I know he’s fighting his restraint to not touch me while we’re alone. But suddenly, they are the last thing on my mind.

Because after that mind-blowing kiss, the rules went out the fucking window. He all but eviscerated them with every swipe of his tongue, every swallowed moan, and each rough bite and suck. Just as I feared, his kiss was just like him.

Aggressive.

Passionate.

Filthy.

There are a million reasons for us to desire anything more from our scandalous arrangement, yet they all dissolve into nothingness as I hold his stare.

Except the large bulge straining his pants, there’s no telling he’s affected.

I study him carefully, hoping to see a telltale sign that he’s affected. He has since discarded his Jacket and vest, revealing his strong forearms, which were straining against the silk of his shirt that he fills out perfectly. The collar, still sharp while his tie hangs loose, giving him a ravishing look and the difference between us only heightens my awareness of him and skyrockets my arousal. As if he’s testing me, he remains silent.

Every part of me he caresses and peers at with his ravenous eyes, I feel marked. Possessed. Claimed.

“It was a private moment, Dash,” I say, shutting off the shower behind me. “Not an invitation to watch like it’s your personal porn show.”

Pushing open the sliding door completely to get out, I grab a towel and make a show of rubbing and drying myself, Dash watching every move. I’ve never felt so bold except whenever I’m under his spell. Like he calls to the inner naughty girl inside me who loves his undivided attention and seeks the thrill in pushing him.

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