Page 109 of Pretty Little Threats

I hum in approval, more than content with him ignoring my request to go to the beach first.

His length jerks again, and I gasp, writhing against him. He moans, thrusting deep until my walls stop spasming. “You’re dangerous.”

Too spent and filled with pleasure, all I can do is smile.

He presses kisses along my spine, eases his thumb out of my ass, then says, “Don’t move.”

I don’t bother telling him I couldn’t even if I wanted to.My legs are still liquid. Dare washes his hands in the kitchen, then returns, dropping to his knees and gliding his palms up my legs.

“Look at the mess we made.” Dare gathers up the cum that’s leaked out of me and pushes it back inside, chuckling at my moan. He slowly finger-fucks me, forcing his cum deep inside me.

“Dare,” I breathe, digging my fingers into the fabric of the couch, rocking back into his hand.

“Rose,” he murmurs, spreading my folds and smoothing his thumb over my clit. “You’re going to come for me again, aren’t you?”

“Yessss,” I hiss, rolling against his touch.

I’m so sensitive, it’s almost too much.

“And you’re going to stop telling me what to do.”

“Never,” I rasp.

He bites my ass, and pain ricochets through my body, but I don’t hate it. The ache counters the sensitivity. “Say you’ll stop bossing me around.”

“No.”

“Wrong answer.” His teeth dig into my ass again, likely leaving impressions right next to the other ones. This time, he bites down a little harder as his thumb traces quick and tight circles around my clit.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I squeal, not at all ashamed of the bucking and incoherent sounds I’m making.

Before I can come, he moves his thumb. “Say it.”

“Screw you.”

He smacks my ass. “Rose,” he warns in that tone that slithers down my spine.

“Dare,” I whine, shifting my legs. “Please.”

“You want to come, you tell me what I want to hear.” He languidly thrusts his fingers, a slow and torturousedging.

Does it matter if I give him control this week? It doesn’t change anything. It’s not like he’s trying to tell me what I can and can’t say; he simply wants me to obey him, and if it means I get to come, why would I say no? Why would I deny him?

“I’ll stop bossing you around.”

“Good girl,” he purrs. His thumb finds its way back to my clit and his lips smooth over my ass. I brace myself for another bite, but his tongue lashes against my hole, startling me for an entirely different reason.

“Dare.”

“You’re filthy,” he murmurs before he circles my rim with his hot tongue, cleaning parts of me no one has ever touched, but Dare doesn’t care. Dare wants to own every part of me, and I’m helpless to deny him. Not when his thumb rolls over my clit and his fingers caress that place deep inside of me. Dare takes me in ways I’ve never allowed any other man, but he’s the only one I’ve ever fully trusted with my body.

And he takes his time reminding me of that over and over until the sun sets and the beach waits for another day.

thirty-three

DARE

Rose has never looked morebeautiful than she does now, dead asleep in the bed after another round of me reminding her what it means to be mine. We’ve been on the island for three days, and I’m sore enough to know she must be too. Today, we can finally go to the beach, but she’s sleeping so soundly, I won’t wake her.

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