Page 59 of Taboo Perfect Storm

“You’re going to fuck me now, flower,” he demands.

I don’t want to.

I don’t want to even look at him, let alone do that, but the way he’s staring at me, watching me, I know I don’t have much of a choice. He pulls at my shorts, and I shift to the side, unbuttoning them before I pull them off along with my underwear, then climb back on him, straddling his hips.

Keeping my gaze down, I wrap my hand around his hard length and position myself so I can sink down along his length, but his fingers grip my waist tightly and he growls before he speaks.

“Look at me.”

His words are said as a demand. The hot sun beats down on me, sweat beading along my lower back and between my breasts as I force my head to tilt back slightly and my eyes to find his. My entire body tenses at the sight of his gaze.

I don’t know what exactly I expect, but it isn’t to see him look remorseful, sad even. Something inside of me cracks—my heart. It’s my heart that begins to crack. I let out a whimper as he releases his grasp on my waist and wraps one of his hands around the front of my throat.

“You’re mine, Piper. All of you belongs to me, and you will not shut yourself out. That includes taking your eyes from me.”

A shiver slides down my spine at his words, but at the same time, those words fill me with a sensation that I didn’t expect. Hope. His other hand slips between my legs, batting my grasp away from his length as he slips his fingers through my center.

My head falls backward as he plays me. His fingers work my clit, swirling and moving back and forth. I don’t know what else to do other than feel. My hips start to roll, the sensation too much to stay still.

His lips curve up into a grin, his eyes focused on mine, holding my gaze with his own the entire time. Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I try to fight the whimper from escaping my lips as I climb closer and closer toward my release.

Unfortunately, Itch has already figured out exactly which of my buttons to push and the exact way I like them pushed. My head falls back, and my hips move, searching for my release as I fuck his fingers. I can’t control it at all. I want to come right this moment.

“Say my name when you come,” he grunts.

“No,” I exhale in an attempt to have some semblance of control.

This only makes him laugh. Which I don’t know if I understand, but I don’t ask him either. Instead, I continue to climb higher and higher. I’m on the edge, ready to topple over when he takes his hand from between my legs.

My eyes pop open widely, and my lips part. My entire body jerks. I don’t know what to do or say. I am frozen as I stare at him. He lets out a growl, then leans forward slightly.

“You’ll say my fucking name when you come, or you don’t come.”

My entire body trembles.

I don’t know if I’m angry or shocked, but I stare at him unable to speak.

“Let me hear it,” he demands.

I feel his fingers between my legs again, and he starts to move them, swirling them around my clit, pinching it slightly. I want to come. I am so close. I want to scream. And then he takes his hand away, and I want to scream again, but this time out of frustration.

“Say my name.”

“Itch,” I grind out.

He shakes his head, making a tsking sound. “Not that name.My name, Piper.”

Clenching my jaw tightly, I don’t make a single noise. I refuse to say his name. I refuse to even think of it, yet with the heat and my body being on edge, I want to give in and say it. But I’m angry. No, I’m beyond angry. I’m hurt.

This whole situation is the absolute worst, and I don’t know how to handle it. If I ignore it, I’m the one who is the fool. Which right now, I cannot come out of this looking like anything other than the fool.

I hate everything about this situation, and part of me wishes I weren’t even here. I don’t know how I ended up married to Itch, but I wish someone else in that club had claimed me. It sounds horrible to say, because he’s been decent to me, but this situation hurts too much.

His fingers squeeze around my neck, and he growls before he demands it again. “Say my goddamn name, Piper, or you don’t come. You can wait for weeks. I don’t give a shit. I’ll get there, but you won’t.”

I think about testing the theory, then his hand slips between my thighs again, and his fingers move. It feels good, so good that I want to ride them until I fall apart beneath his touch, but I know he won’t let me.

He pulls his hand away again, right when I’m on the edge, so close that I can practically feel the climax begin. I don’t make a noise, my entire body screaming for release, but my teeth sink down, biting the side of my cheek.

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