Page 49 of The Devil's Wrath

I chuckled darkly. “Oh, I’ll make time for you, little bird. Starting right now.”

A shudder ran through her body at my words, her pupils dilating with what looked like a mixture of fear and arousal.

Interesting.

She was turned on . . . baiting me.

“What are you going to do?” she whispered, her voice trembling.

I leaned in close, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. “I’m going to remind you who you belong to, little bird. I’m going to mark this pretty skin until everyone knows you’re taken.”

She let out a breathy moan as I nipped at her earlobe, my teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. I released one of her wrists to trail my hand down her body, my fingers skimming over the flimsy lace barely covering her breasts.

“Theo, please,” she mewled, arching into my touch. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you angry.”

“Shhh, I know.” I cupped her breast, my thumb circling her nipple through the thin fabric until it pebbled beneath my touch. “But you still need to be punished. You need to learn that there are consequences for your actions.”

I ripped the lacy bra away, exposing her beautiful breasts to the cool night air. She gasped as I lowered my head, taking one rosy peak into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the sensitive bud, grazingit with my teeth until she writhed beneath me, soft whimpers falling from her lips.

“Oh god . . .” Her fingers tangled in my hair, holding me to her.

I shifted my attention to her other breast, lavishing it with the same treatment until she panted and squirmed, her hips rocking against me, seeking friction. I could feel the heat of her through the thin fabric of her lingerie, and it made my already painful erection throb with need.

I released her nipple with a wet pop and then licked and nibbled my way down her body, my lips and teeth marking her cream skin. She shivered as I dipped my tongue into her navel and then continued my descent. I nuzzled the lace of her bodysuit, inhaling the heady scent of her arousal.

“You’re soaked, little bird,” I rumbled approvingly. “Is this all for me?”

“Yes,” she breathed, lifting her hips in a silent plea.

Mollified by her words, I hooked my fingers inside and ripped the fabric, exposing her glistening pussy to the cold air. I groaned when her slick folds parted easily for my questing fingers.

“Is this what you wanted, little bird? For me to chase you down and claim you right here where anyone could see?”

“Yes,” she gasped, writhing beneath me as I stroked her clit. “Please,” she mewled. “Touch me.”

I released her other wrist and sat back on my knees so I could shove her thighs apart. She looked like a debauched angel sprawled out before me, all creamy skin and sinful red lingerie. I wanted to ruin her, to make her scream my name until she forgot about anything and anyone else.

“Did you think,” I snarled, my chest heaving with barely contained rage, “that I would let another man touch what’s mine?” I plunged two fingers inside her without warning, relishing her choked cry of surprise. “Did you think I was lying when I told you there would be no escape from me? I told you that when you are a part of my world, there is nowhere you can run that I won’t find you.”

I pumped my fingers in and out of her slick heat, savoring the wayher tight walls clenched around me. She was so responsive, her body already trembling on the cusp of orgasm.

“Please . . .” she sobbed, her nails digging into my shoulders as she tried to pull me closer. “I need . . . I need.”

“What do you need?” I growled against her throat, nipping at her racing pulse. “Tell me.”

“You,” she gasped out. “I need you. Inside me. Now.”

I groaned at her wanton plea, my cock twitching with the urge to bury myself deep.

But she hadn’t earned that yet.

First, I would make her fall apart on my fingers, remind her that her pleasure belonged to me and me alone.

I curled my fingers, stroking that sensitive spot inside her as my thumb circled her clit. She cried out, her back bowing off the ground as I pushed her higher.

“That’s it. Come all over my fingers like a good girl,” I coaxed darkly. “Give me what’s mine.”

With a keening wail, she shattered, her inner muscles clamping down on my fingers as a gush of liquid heat coated my hand. I worked her through it, prolonging her pleasure until she was a boneless, quivering mess beneath me.

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