Page 46 of Her Nightshade

“Yes,mi diosa,” he rasped, his entire body trembling with the effort of holding himself back.

I smirked, rolling my hips harder, faster, savoring the way his head fell back, his chest rising and falling as he struggled to keep control. My hands braced against his chest, feeling the way his heart pounded beneath my touch. He was mine—entirely, completely mine—and the power of it overwhelmed me.

“Look at me,” I demanded.

His head snapped forward instantly, his green eyes locking onto mine. The desperation there, the sheer devotion in his gaze, was addicting. My movements quickened, my nails digging into his skin as I felt myself unraveling, the intensity of the moment crashing over me like a wave.

I threw my head back, a sharp cry escaping my lips as my release hit me, my body trembling as I rode out the aftershocks of my orgasm. But I didn’t stop there.

I slowed my movements, my breath still uneven, as I leaned down to brush my lips against his ear. “You’ve done so well,mi buen chico,” I murmured, my voice soft and teasing. “But I’m not finished with you yet.”

I slid off of him, standing in front of him as I let my dress fall, smoothing it back into place. He groaned softly, his body tense and his cock throbbing, his hands still gripping the chair as though it were the only thing anchoring him.

“You’ve been so good,” I said, circling him slowly, my fingers trailing along his shoulders. “So obedient. So patient.”

“Please,” he groaned, his voice strained.

I stopped in front of him, leaning down until our faces were inches apart. “Please what?” I asked, my tone playful as I ran a finger down his chest.

“Please let me come,mi diosa,” he begged, his voice trembling.

I smirked, leaning in to brush my lips against his, but pulling back just before he could deepen the kiss. “You want to come for me?”

“Yes,” he whispered, his eyes pleading.

“Then do it,” I said softly, stepping back. “Come for me, Charlie. Now.”

The words were barely out of my mouth before he let go, his body shuddering as he finally gave in, a low, guttural moan escaping his lips. His cum shot up, landing over his lap andchest, his head falling back as he surrendered to the release he had been holding back.

I watched him, proud as I took in the sight of him—vulnerable, worshipful, completely mine. When he finally stilled, his breath ragged and uneven, I leaned down and pressed my lips to his.

“Good boy,” I whispered, my voice full of praise. “You’ve earned it.”

His green eyes flickered open, still hazy with the remnants of pleasure, and he looked at me with a mix of awe and adoration. “You’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice coarse. “I don’t deserve you.”

I smiled, turning on my heel and heading towards the bedroom.

And as I left him there, still recovering in the chair, I couldn’t help but feel the thrill of power coursing through me, even as the quiet truth lingered in the back of my mind.

Control was an illusion. But for tonight, I let myself believe it was mine.

20

Charlie

Itold her. At first, she was scared—I could see it in her eyes. But then, something shifted. That fear melted into something else, something I recognized instantly. She was flattered. Tipsy, sure, but I knew my Ana. She was thrilled. And then she teased me so fucking hard I fell in love with her all over again.

I had to turn our phones off as she drifted off to sleep. After my grand display of affection for over fifteen million people, the constant buzzing and lighting up of notifications drained the batteries quickly. My team knew where I was. Hers would know too.

I stared at her olive skin, the faint moonlight seeping through the window as she slept soundly. I couldn’t stop thinking about how incredible she was. Tonight had surpassed anything I could have dreamed of. The way she controlled me completely—it was everything I could have ever wanted. I surrendered entirely and she still wanted me, even after what she learned. That was justanother sign that she could understand me, love me, despite everything.

And I realized I would do anything to keep what we had. Anything.

I fell asleep at some point, anxiety coursing through me. What if she changed her mind in the morning? What if, sober, she realized how horribly I had behaved?

When she stirred in the morning, my eyes bolted open, bracing for an inevitable argument.

“Good morning,mi diosa,” I whispered, trailing kisses from her arm to her neck as she stretched lightly, her eyes blinking open.

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