Page 53 of Tyrant (The Villetti Chronicles)

“You’re doing so well. Such a good girl for taking them, aren’t you? My little Tink, all worked up and needy.”

I pulled my face from her ear to stare down at her flushed cheeks. Such perfection. I knew she would be responsive. I’d been stupid to think this was only about making her my pet. I needed to make her my everything. And right now, I was going to claim her in the most primal fucking way possible.

“I want you to put your hand between your legs and touch yourself. Show me how you like it.”

She shifted, lifting her free hand from the desk and shoving it underneath her. Her fingers stroked across mine as she reached her pussy. Then she was rubbing her clit in time with me, impaling her pussy on my fingers over and over. She whined and ground against me.

“Good girl,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

She tried to say something to me, but it was muffled. Letting go of her hand momentarily, I pulled her underwear out of her mouth.

“Fuck,” she gasped as I used more force behind my thrusts.

I gripped her hand again, lacing our fingers together.

“Zayn, please.”

“What do you want, Tink?”

“You, I want you.”

I nibbled her jaw, making her shudder against me.

“My fingers are in your pussy. What more could you possibly want?”

“It’s not enough.”

I chuckled, continuing to press kisses to her skin.

“Oh? Is there something else you’re craving?”

“Yes,” she moaned. “Please. I need… I need you.”

“Tell me exactly what you want, little fairy.”

I knew what she wanted, but I wasn’t going to let her get away with not telling me what it was. I needed to hear her say it.

“You… I need you to… to… to fuck me.”

“I thought that’s what I was doing.”

I thrust my fingers harder inside her, stretching her out to her limits. She kept shifting underneath me, begging me for more with her body and mouth.

“No, I want your… your…”

“Use your big girl words or I won’t give you what you’re asking for.”

Her cheeks were bright red, her eyes wide and full of need.

“I want you to fuck me with your dick, please, Zayn, please give me your dick,” she whimpered.

I slid my fingers out of her pussy. It didn’t occur to me to tell her off for calling me by my name. It only made me want her more. The sound of it on her lips had my cock throbbing harder than it already was.

“If you clean my fingers with your mouth like a good girl, then I’ll fuck you the way you need.” I straightened, letting go of her hand. “Open your dirty little mouth.”

She did as I asked. I took a hold of her jaw and shoved all four fingers in, groaning when she licked them clean, covering them in her spit. Removing them from her mouth, I stared down at her saliva. I couldn’t help sticking them in my own mouth one by one, sampling the lingering taste of her pussy.

Ari watched me as my hands went to my belt, unbuckling it before I unzipped myself. Her lips parted when I freed my cock, stroking a hand down the hard shaft. With my other hand, I dug my fingers into her hair and pulled her head back. I leant over her, rubbing the head of my cock along her wet pussy.

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