Page 76 of Dark & Dreadful Brutes

Slowly, I circled it.

My body shuddered.

Veil, that felt good.

My breathing picked up as I continued touching myself, not entirely certain how to make myself climax. Ravv had just kept going until it happened, so I supposed that was the best method.

“What are you doing?” he asked, as tension swelled in my lower belly.

I didn’t answer him.

He growled, “I’m the only one who gets to make you shatter. Take your fingers off your clit.”

A moment later, the bathroom door rattled.

My gaze jerked toward it, and my fingers stilled.

“Unlock it.” Ravv’s voice was low and deadly… but I took great pleasure in pissing him off, so I ignored him again. “I will break my own damn door down,” he all but snarled at me.

But… I still wasn’t going to give him what he wanted.

There was a loud noise, and the door broke inward.

I spun to face Ravv just in time to watch him step into the bathroom as the door crashed into the wall, his eyes somehow both hot and tired.

The man didn’t say a word as he crossed the space between us in three steps, pulled my hand out from between my thighs, and replaced it with his own. I was pretty sure I had a rule about nothing sexual happening, but that rule was going in the garbage, because I wasn’t about to stop him.

My fingers landed on his chest, and I took a staggered breath in as he stroked me lightly, walking me backward until my ass hit the wall.

Why did his touch feel so much better than mine?

“I’m the only one who brings you pleasure,” he said roughly into my ear, as my body flushed and arched in response to his touch.

He caught my wrist with his free hand, lifting it to his mouth and wrapping his lips around my fingers. His gorgeous eyes were locked with mine as his chest rumbled at the taste of me.

The pleasure built rapidly, and I cried out as I shattered on his fingers. His chest rumbled again, and he held my eyes as he lowered to his knees.

My chest heaved as he waited for me to say no—and when I didn’t, he parted my thighs.

I grabbed his hair for support as he opened me up for him, parting my folds so he could get a good look at me. “Look at this pretty, wet core,” he murmured into my mind, leaning in close and inhaling my scent.

My entire damn body flushed.

The flush grew when he flicked his tongue over my bud, rumbling, “And somehow you taste even better than you look, Lae.”

The nickname snapped me back to the past.

Back to reality.

Back to the fire, and the terror, and the—

His tongue dragged over me again, and a cry escaped me.

My hips jerked.

My body trembled.

My mind was clear again, focused solely on the moment I was living.

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