Wretched Love - Page 134

My vision blurred for a moment, reacting to the feeling in his tone, the knowing.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded, his tone familiar. Darker now.

My body obeyed automatically as my heart beat furiously.

Swiss’s eyes flared as he stared in between my legs, my panties still on.

A low buzz was the only sound in the room as he turned on the vibrator. Instead of moving toward me, he surprised me by turning and grasping the chair at the end of the bed, lifting it and positioning it right beside the bed.

He sat in the chair, legs splayed.

“Show me,” he demanded, his voice hoarse. The hand holding the vibrator was outstretched. “Show me how you made yourself come.”

My hand was shaking when I took the vibrator from him. My entire body was crying out for release already, but a small part of me was shy, fearful of doing something like this—something I’d just learned to do—with an audience.

Even when that audience was Swiss, a man I trusted with my life.

Especiallywhen that audience was Swiss.

His attention was intent on me, so he instantly clocked my hesitation.

“Kate.”

My name was a command.

My thighs quivered as my eyes found his.

“Show me how fuckin’ powerful you are.”

The words caressed my sensitive skin, they brushed away any and all insecurities, they forced my focus on the moment. On him. On how long it had been since his eyes had been on me that way. Since his mouth had been on me. Since he’d been inside me.

Without fully realizing—thinking about that, about him—I had moved the vibrator in between my legs, my back arching as I placed it exactly where I needed it.

“Don’t you dare fuckin’ come yet,” Swiss growled.

As if he’d seen that I was seconds away from exploding. My body was so primed that I’d been ready to explode the second I placed the vibrator on my clit. And now he was telling me to hold it all together. To stop myself from releasing all of the pent-up energy that had been simmering inside of me.

As if he could command such a thing.

But my body obeyed, my hand lifting the vibrator off the most sensitive area, hovering it around, prolonging that sacred and maddening stretch of time on the edge of climax.

I squeezed my eyes closed, wrestling with myself. With my hunger.

“Open your fuckin’ eyes, Countess.”

My eyes snapped back open.

Swiss had his hands around his cock, not pumping furiously as his tone might’ve suggested but stroking slowly. His eyes were glued to me.

My legs splayed open wider, and my free hand found the comforter, clenching it in my fist. Seeing Swiss touch himself like that while staring at me like that… There were no words.

“I can’t…” I couldn’t get the rest of the words out, my body was using every ounce of its energy to hold on to the side of the cliff, waiting for approval from Swiss.

“You waitin’ for my permission to come, Kate?”

I nodded furiously, unable to speak.

“You don’t need it,” he bit out. “You’re powerful. You’re in charge here. I want you to choose the moment.”

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