Page 64 of Stalking Ginevra

“Scared no one will make you come harder than he ever did?” His voice is a low growl, vibrating through the air, taunting, and cruel.

I swallow, my throat dry. Is he talking about Benito? Samson never gave me a measure of satisfaction—only pain. At least Benito strove to make me happy. I keep my mouth shut, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of the truth that no man has ever excited me more than him.

His gloved fingers brush my inner thigh with feather-light touches that make my breath hitch. I hate him for making me want him. He drags his fingers higher, so close to the outer lips of my pussy. I arch my back, needing more.

“Your body is begging for me, Ginny,” he murmurs, his voice decadent and dark. “You’ve become even wetter.”

He’s right. I’ve never needed him more. I can’t stand how easily he’s breaking me down, how my body won’t cooperate with my need for control. I feel it slipping with every shallow breath, and I’m powerless to stop it. I bite back a whimper, refusing to give him a reaction. Men like Bob Brisket feed on a woman’s desperation.

Just as I expect him to move away, he presses a single finger to my entrance. Every nerve ending sets alight. I squirm against his touch, then he pulls back.

“And you say you don’t want this. Little liar.”

“Fuck you,” I snap.

He chuckles, the sound so menacing and dark that shivers skitter up my spine. “Oh, I plan to. But first, you’re going to beg for it.”

My stomach plummets. What the hell am I saying? Gritting my teeth, I hold onto a semblance of my crumbling restraint. The heat between my legs is unbearable, the need eating away at my resolve. His breath, hot and heavy against my aching pussy,makes it impossible. My self-control is slipping, sliding out of my grasp with each passing second.

I hate how easily he can unravel my restraint and how my body betrays my dignity. I need to stay strong, but I’m already falling apart.

His tongue flicks out, circling my clit, slow, deliberate. Sparks of pleasure detonate across my nerves, and my back arches off the stage. I cry out, desperate for more.

“Tell me,” he says, his voice laced with amusement. “Tell me how much you want it.”

I shake my head, refusing to give in. “You’re the one who lured me here. Seems like you want this even more.”

He pulls back again, leaving me trembling, teetering on the edge of something dangerous. My heart lurches. If he stops now, I’ll die.

“I’m not touching you until you beg,” he says, his voice hardening. “So be a good girl and ask nicely.”

Tears of frustration sting my eyes. This bastard is breaking me down, and I can’t stand that he’s winning.

“Please,” I whisper, despising how my voice wavers.

“Louder, Little Ginny. And be specific.”

“Please,” I say through clenched teeth, trying to curb the desperation. “Please, lick my pussy. Make me come.”

He hums in approval, finally pressing his tongue to my clit, flicking it with just the right amount of pressure. I gasp, my hips bucking, my lips parting with a gasp.

“There you go,” he murmurs, his voice a dark caress. “That’s my good girl.”

Before I know it, he’s circling my clit with unrelenting focus, flicking, sucking, each movement infusing me with shockwaves. I writhe under his control, every nerve ablaze, every breath a ragged gasp.

I can’t think, can’t breathe. My entire world narrows down to the sensation of his mouth on my pussy, the way he plays my body like his own personal instrument.

My eyes roll to the back of my head, my muscles trembling with the need for release. Pressure builds up in my core, threatening to explode. Just as I’m on the brink of climax, he pulls back, leaving me aching.

“You don’t get to come until I say so.”

Any other time, I would tell him to get fucked. Now, he’s stripped away what’s left of my pride. I need this. Need him. Besides, it doesn’t count if I’m blindfolded. I can pretend to be someone else. A sexy stripper entertaining a besotted client.

“Please,” I say through panting breaths. “Please, let me climax.”

His low, cruel laugh rings with satisfaction, making me shiver and squirm. “You’ll come when I give you permission, little Ginny.”

My body is afire, every nerve ending screaming for release, but he’s in control, seeming to relish every second of my torment.

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