Page 47 of Burn Like An Angel

“You try to stay still.”

Finding his feet, he eyes me with a knowing smirk. “Such a brat.”

I yelp when he bends over to grab hold of my bare legs. I’m tossed over his shoulder, carried back to my own rumpled bed. Xander deposits me on the mattress with a huff.

Splayed out on my back, I’m exposed from the waist down. Xander drags his gaze over me, his boxers already straining from a large bulge. He discards the pocketknife on the bed.

The way he’s looking at me while he strips is intoxicating. Every inch of Xander is on display for me to drink in. Whenever I see him naked, I learn something new. This time, I study his defined hips, guiding my eyes down to his cock.

He’s many things, but shy isn’t one of them. Nothing Xander does ever carries a hint of embarrassment. Particularly in the bedroom. He’s made no secret of his proclivities, and a wanton part of me loves that.

“Open your legs for me,” he commands. “Show me what you want, little toy.”

That sick fuck with his stupid nickname.

Holding eye contact, I tug off my t-shirt to reveal my chest. I didn’t bother to pull a bra on after my cold shower. My nipples are hardened spikes, tingling under his attention.

Squeezing my right breast, I feel my mouth quirking as I spread my legs wide open. The power I hold over him without a single touch is enough to get drunk on. Far more potent than any drink or illicit drug.

I was his obsession.

Now he watches me like I’m his god.

Playing with my nipple, I twist and tug, moaning with each painful jolt. I can feel the warmth pooling between my thighs, on full display for him to observe. Just his hungry gaze is enough to excite me.

Xander approaches, certain and purposeful. As he braces himself on the bed, moving to taste me again, I lift my leg high. My bare foot connects with his face, pushing him back so he can’t lay a finger on me.

“I’ll show you,” I croon. “But right now… You have to stay still.”

Keeping him a length from me, I dip my hand down to my dripping pussy. Xander curses under his breath as I circle my clit, coating my fingers in slick moisture. Holding him back is only making this power play hotter.

When I thrust a finger deep into my cunt, heat sizzles down my spine. I work myself over, stretching my pussy wide before pushing another finger inside. A moan spills from my mouth.

“Fucking hell,” Xander rumbles quietly.

“Problem?”

He pushes his face against my foot, trying to get closer. I add more pressure, effectively shoving him backwards. I love humiliating him. Xander winces but doesn’t try to move again.

“Stay.” I grin broadly.

My hand moves faster. Pulsating back and forth, my walls clench tight around the wet fingers I’m taunting him with. I swipe my clit with each oscillation, using my spare hand to roll my nipple.

“You get to stand there and watch me climax. That’s all you’re allowed.”

He breathes heavily. “Yes.”

“Watch me fall apart, Xan.”

“Yes.” The word sounds like a plea.

“Stand there and watch, knowing how much I love seeing you get a taste of your own medicine.”

“Fuck, Ripley… Yes.”

I’ve always sought out a quick fuck during my sexual manic episodes, but I still know how to get myself off. My pussy clamps tight around my fingers as my orgasm explodes through me.

Spine curving, I let my release take over. I’m trembling too hard to stop Xander from wrapping a hand around my ankle.

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