Page 24 of Illicit Heir

"Devin!"

I press against her, ordering, "Hands on the top."

She turns, scrunching her flushed face. "What?"

"Is it your role to ask questions, angel?"

She takes a deep breath, but the defiant expression she's had all night reappears.

I answer for her. "No. It's not. So put your hands on top of the fridge and don't take them off. If ya do, there will be consequences."

She huffs. "What would those be?"

I reach for her wrists and position them over her head and on the appliance. I press her palms flat and threaten, "I only give warnings once. This is the time to be an angel and obey. If your vixen shows up and ya try to disobey, I won't ever make ya come again. I'll leave ya dripping wet with no way to quench your needs. Understand?"

She smirks, batting her eyes, claiming, "I can always take care of myself. Or did ya forget?"

I softly chuckle, keep her arms pinned with one hand, and grip her chin with my other. I move an inch from her lips and ask, "Is that what ya prefer? A night with ya satisfying yourself or one with me doing the work?"

She stays quiet, but her answer is all over her expression.

Still, I'm not letting this slide. "This isn't the moment to let your pride rule ya, my little vixen. I need an answer, or I'll assume you want me to end things now."

She still doesn't answer.

I slide my thumb over her jaw and add, "Let me assure ya, if I walk out that door, I'm not coming back. So what's it going to be? Me or ya on your own?"

She closes her eyes.

"Oh, how stubborn my little vixen is," I murmur in her ear, grazing my mouth against her neck.

She shudders.

"Three. Two—"

"Ya," she confesses in a barely audible tone.

My grin can't be stopped. I demand, "Louder. I couldn't hear ya."

She glares at me.

I slide my hand down her arm, over the curve of her torso, and in front of her body. I cup her pussy and press my thumb over her clit. In my most authoritative voice, I assert, "Tell me. Do ya want me or yourself on your own?"

She swallows hard, then clearly admits, "Ya."

I give her a chaste kiss on the lips. "That's a good angel. Now, don't move unless I permit ya."

She scoffs. "Permit me?"

I warn, "Your defiance is only going to bring ya consequences. Decide right now if ya want rewards or punishments."

She gives me an insubordinate expression.

My cock throbs against her back, and I chuckle. "Two choices. Keep your hands on top at all times…" I take my ankle and move her legs farther apart, then continue, "Or all this stops." I fist her hair and tug so she's facing the ceiling.

She inhales sharply.

"Don't move," I reiterate, placing her hair over one shoulder so it's out of the way. I step back and stare at her, taking in her long torso, round ass, and those juicy thighs that exceeded all my expectations once her jeans were off. I mutter, "Jesus, you're perfect."

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