“So what’s it going to be?” he muses, licking his lips as I slowly unravel before him. “Are you going to admit you feel like a little fucking lusty devil?”
My eyes widen at his choice of words.
He’s never, ever said anything even remotely this toxic to me.
Yet those words just came out of his mouth as if it was no big deal.
Who is this man? And what the hell did I miss these past three years?
He pushes the knife farther into my skin, forcing me to lean my head back while he continues to toy with my clit as if it comes natural to him. “Because if you don’t say it, I will make your body spell it out.”
I whimper from his touch, even when I don’t mean to. “But I—”
“You what?” he interrupts, enjoying just how hard he makes me squirm. “You thought I’d be satisfied with you on your knees? Even though I do love the sight.” The groan that follows makes my pussy throb. “No, Jas, you said anything … so I’m going to take everything.”
“No, I can’t—” My voice hampers in my throat from his fingers pushing up against my clit, forcing me to focus on just how good it feels.
“Show me what it looks like when you come,” he groans. “After all these years, I deserve to fucking know.”
Even though it feels heavenly, I’m enraged, not just with him but with myself too. Because it isn’t supposed to feel this nice, and it definitely stings that he’s treating this like some long-lost fantasy.
But when he circles my clit so expertly, even on top of the fabric, it’s almost impossible for me to think of anything else but my impending climax. I know it’s coming. I recognize this feeling from when I used to play with myself, but this … this is so much worse. So much deeper, faster, harder, like an unstoppable wave that quickly approaches the shore.
“That’s it, Jas. Give me your fucking orgasm. Now,” he growls.
His dirty words send me over the edge, and I fall apart, even when I fought so hard to keep the ecstasy at bay.
He is relentless.
And I can see it in his eyes, my own goddamn defeat handed to him on a platter.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs.
It felt amazing … but the rush of dopamine is quickly replaced with anger.
Because he just took something that wasn’t meant for him.
My first ever orgasm at the hands of someone else.
With a dirty, lopsided smile, he stands and tucks the knife back into his pocket while staring down at me like I’m some prize he just won. And I’m sure he’s not even done with me yet.
But then he turns around and walks toward the door, and I can’t help but speak up. “Was that it? You’re done?”
Liam stops in his tracks.
Shit. I should not have said that.
He glances at me over his shoulder. “Are you asking for more, Jas?”
My eyes widen, and my face turns as red as a beet.
God. That did not come out the way I wanted it to. “No, I—”
He laughs. “Three years … three fucking years and you still don’t know.” He shakes his head.
“Don’t know what?” I ask, trying to ignore the wetness in my panties … The wetness he created with his fingers.
But instead of answering, he says, “Don’t worry. I’m not nearly done with you.”