Page 99 of Cursed to Be Mine
A louder one cries out his name.
“Good girl,” he murmurs in approval as he slides down my zipper, and those two words stoke the heat inside me, making me a melting mess of need.
Bucking my hips, I chase his teasing fingers. A chuckle breathes across my neck as he kneads my breast.
“So greedy...so desperate.” His fingers dip between my lips, making me arch. “So.” He pushes one digit inside me. I clutch around him on a whimper.
“Deliciously.”
Another finger stretches me. I squeeze my eyes shut as electricity zings my spine, making my muscles spasm on a switch he surely controls.
“Wet.”
Pushing up my shirt, he leans down and takes my left breast in his mouth. I cry out, both hands in his hair as he fucks my pussy with one set of fingers and pinches my right nipple with the other.
My hips buck uncontrollably as I ride him to oblivion.
He curls to hit just the right spot. He pumps at just the right speed. He palms my clit with just the right pressure.
Gasping, I chase the edge of ecstasy, but right as I’m about to reach it, Khalid pulls back, wringing adesperate whimper from my lungs.
His hand rises to the hem of my shirt and lifts. I help him undress me,and my bra falls away before it hits me that I’m half naked in front of him.
In good light.
My eyes pop open in horror.
Jerking just as his mouth reaches for me again, I cover as much of me as I can, ducking my head to try to find my shirt. “Can we turn off the lights?” I ask, my cheeks on fire as he stares at me.
You’re disgusting, Gen.
“Open your arms,kira.I told you I own those breasts. I want to see them.”
“But…”
“Look at me.” I glance up nervously as twenty-two years of abuse assaults my ears. His eyes steal the air from my lips, their intense obsession making me feel beautiful. “Do I look like I’m disgusted by your body?”
I shake my head slightly as nothing but love and sheer desire fills his face.
His hands drop to his waistband, drawing my eyes like a heavy weight. He undoes the button of his pants. Then the zipper before dropping them to the floor. His boxers slide down his legs, and his cock, hard and long, springs free. “Do you see how hard I am thinking about sliding between those perfect breasts of yours?”
I swallow as I focus on his throbbing erection, my pussy begging me to drop my hands so I can feel him against me already.
Cupping my cheek, he lifts my gaze to his. His eyes are soft and so fucking honest it hurts. “So how can you not think you’re beautiful?
My throat works hard as I slowly drop my hands. His gaze holds mine for a second longer before dippingto my breasts.
“So fucking perfect. Now keep your eyes on my face.”
When I do, he steps back to see me fully. Hunger fills his brown eyes as they slide down every inch of me. They linger on my breasts, a vision of heat and desire that has me squeezing my thighs together on a shudder. He is a man obsessed, looking at me as if I’m some great treasure to cherish and worship. His gaze slowly trails up to mine, and when our eyes meet, I suck in a sharp breath, finally understanding what he means when he calls mekira.
Like I am the sun he revolves around.
The reason he breathes.
The sole holder of his obsession.
“Do you see,kira?” he murmurs, his body poised on the edge of moving, waiting until he knows I can see me how he sees me.
