Page 85 of The Outlaw's Savage Revenge

“I wasn’t asking, princess. Take off your clothes, get on my lap, and show me your piercings.”

“Cade—” I try to protest, but the raw dominance in the arch of his brow freezes the words in my throat.

“You’ll take off all your clothes,” his voice drops to that deep, gravelly timbre that makes the slut in me ache to spread her legs. “Then you’ll get on my lap, show me your piercings—and that pretty, tight cunt.”

His words pull me under. There’s no escape now—I jaywalked right into his sensual bog. The more I fight, the faster I’ll sink.

This isn’t just about trust. It’s something else. Something I absolutely refuse to name.

“Princess.” His voice slices through my spiraling thoughts. “If you’re not naked and on my lap in the next twenty seconds, you’re going to sit on my face.”

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Luna

The command hits me like a jolt of electricity, sparking along every nerve ending.

He’s given me a choice that isn’t really a choice. And since I’d die of mortification before letting myself soak his face, my defiance crumbles.

Fuck it.

Red-faced, I peel off my cashmere top and jeans before I can think better of it, leaving me in matching blue silk and lace lingerie. The cool air raises goosebumps across my skin, but it’s his gaze that makes me shiver—dark, intense, stripping away more than just clothing.

I turn my back to him, hook my thumbs into my panties, and with deliberate slowness, bend at the waist to slide them off, savoring his sharp intake of air. I spin to face him, one hand covering my mound, the other tossing the scrap of material at him. He catches it and brings it to his face.

Suddenly inexplicably shy, I toy with the clasp of my bra, delaying the inevitable.

A muscle ticks in his jaw. “Ten more seconds, princess,” he grits out. “Otherwise, I’ll give you something to really blush about.”

I unclasp my bra and let it fall. I have to bite my lip as his hungry gaze locks onto my tight pierced nipples. I trail a finger along one silver bar, feeling a surge of power as a low growl rumbles through him.

“Come here,” He rasps.

I step forward between his spread legs. The moment my ass hits his thigh, his hands close around my hips like brands. I gasp as he lifts me as if I weigh nothing then re positions me with my thighs straddling his hips. The rough handling sends heat spiraling through me, but I refuse to let him see how much it affects me.

Then he leans forward, lips brushing my ear. “Good girl.”

I roll my eyes, hating the instant clench in my core at his words.

He only smirks, and then his gaze drops to my breasts. Green eyes zeroing in on my nipple bars for what feels like days. I’m about to make a quip about his obvious fascination, but then the sensation of his callused hands sliding slowly up my sides steals the words.

His palms bracket my torso, thumbs coming to rest just below my breasts. He begins stroking along the edges of my areolae, carefully avoiding my straining nipples. With every brush, the skin puckers more, and nerve endings crackle to life.

What the fuck?

I bite back a moan as desire leaks out of me. He’s learning me, I realize with a shiver, my lids fluttering closed, my lower lip caughtbetween my teeth. He’s testing exactly what makes me respond. And, dear God, he’s hit the mark.

When he finally catches my piercings between his fingers, the moan that escapes me is embarrassingly loud. My body arches without permission, instantly seeking more. I want to hate how easily he plays me, but the pleasure spiraling through me makes it impossible to care.

Cade chuckles low in his throat, a self-satisfied sound that makes me melt. and then he’s touching my aching nipples, pinching just enough to drive me insane.

“Your tits are fucking perfect.” His eyes fill with lustful appreciation.

I will my mouth to say something smart, but all I manage is another moan. His fingers work my piercings, each tug sparking raw pleasure through me.

“Christ, look at that fucking beautiful mess you’re making on me,” he growls. I’m beyond mortification, my hips rolling and grinding hard on his thigh, seeking relief. His fingers dig into my hips and lock me in place.

“You will stay still and take everything I give you.” His harsh tone has my eyes flying open to meet his hard stare. “Won’t you, princess?”

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