Page 17 of Heart of Stone (Dark Billionaires)

“Touch me,” she panted into his ear. “Please.”

Fuck.“Touch yourself for me, kitten.” Warren clung to his last shred of decency like it was a life ring, steadfastly ignoring the way his cock roared for attention. When her hand disappeared from his face, he sighed into her skin. “That’s it. Do you like to tease your nipples when you touch yourself?”

“Yes.”

“Good, then do it. Slowly flick your finger across your nipple, nothing more.” The covers rustled as Kate moved beneath them. Her breath hitched. “Tell me where your hands are, kitten.”

“One on my breast. The other between my legs.”

Warren’s cock jumped in his boxers. “Spread your legs wide for me. Circle your clit for me, darling. No touching, just teasing.” A dark grin grew across his face when Kate whimpered, her legs pressing against his beneath the duck down. “Now trail your hand down from your clit, right down to the entrance to your pussy. Trace your entrance, kitten, around and around.”

“Warren!”

“Do you want to go deeper?”

“Yes!”

“Use two fingers then. Gather up as much wetness as you possibly can.” Satisfaction coursed through him at the slick sounds coupled with Kate’s rapturous gasps. “Now bring your fingers up out of the covers.” He grasped her arm as soon as it emerged, feeling his way in the darkness until he located her wet, sticky fingers.

Warren sucked her fingers into his mouth, snarling in pleasure at the copious wetness adorning her skin, the evidence of her pleasure. He swallowed, as drunk on her as he was on alcohol. “Again,” he ordered. “Touch your clit for me, kitten, until I say you can stop.”

Again, Warren listened carefully, until her exhales turned into sighs of pleasure. “Stop.”

Kate let out an unhappy groan.

“Put your fingers inside yourself again. As wet as possible.” Her hand had barely emerged from under the covers before he descended once more, licking her fingers clean. “More,” he instructed her, eagerly swallowing her honey. “Play with your clit. Pinch your nipples.”

His cock was painfully hard as he listened to Kate coming to the edge far quicker than she had before.

“Stop.”

Kate’s raspy cry of frustration shouldn’t have been anywhere near as satisfying as it was.

“I’ll let you come this time,” he promised, licking her arousal off her skin, delving his tongue in between her fingers. “Again.”

His kitten sighed with pleasure as the rhythmic movements resumed. Slick sounds reached his ears. “That’s it. Chase it for me, Kate.” He snarled victoriously as she choked on an orgasmic cry, her limbs stiffening with pleasure.

“Warren,” she moaned, throwing her head back onto the pillow, riding out her pleasure in endless waves.

When she sighed in exhaustion, Warren gave her his final request. “Feed me your orgasm, kitten.”

Even after she’d found relief, Kate dipped her fingers inside herself, offering them up to him.

Warrenfeastedon her, finding every drop she had to give, swallowing until there was nothing left.

Despite the layer of the covers separating them, Kate nuzzled into him. Her hand played over his ribs, dipping lower with each pass. “Let me touch you.”

He took her hand in his, ignoring the protests of his aching cock. “Not tonight. Sleep.”

For once, she listened to him.

“You coming back to the flat tonight?” Rhys asked, glaring at Warren through the video call.

His hair still dripping from the shower, Warren flicked through the report put out by one of the organisations owned by their holding company. “Have you seen this month’s management accounts?”

“Don’t answer my question with a question.” Rhys’s eyebrows lowered into a disappointed line. “And yes, they’ve markedly improved compared to this time last year. Now stop being a prick and come back to the flat. Apologise for whatever you’ve done.”

His phone buzzed. Brax still hadn’t managed to pull the whereabouts of William Graves from Paul Charlton. The man was a ghost.

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