Page 51 of The Sweetest Revenge

"And you want me to fuck you with this toy right now?"

"Yes," I breathed.

"Beg."

I clenched my jaw, frustration building. "Just make me come, Zaiden. Or let me do it myself."

"Nice try, but I'm sure you can do better." His mouth dropped to my chest, and my head rose off the pillow following his every move. "Beg for me, baby." His hot breath fanned across my nipple before his tongue darted out, striking the taut bud.

I didn't want him to stop, but I wasn't going to beg. He pressed the vibrator to my clit, pinning it there with his hips as he rocked into me. His other hand cupped my other breast, pinching my nipple and rolling it between his finger and thumb.

"Zaiden," I cried out, my body vibrating with pleasure.

"Beg," he hummed against my nipple. "Or it all stops."

I was close, so fucking close. I rocked my hips into him, finding the perfect rhythm with the vibration. I was at the edge. My abs tightened, my head fell back—And he stopped.

"No," I snapped.

"I warned you," he said, tossing the vibrator to the floor. "Sleep tight."

"Zaiden," I hissed as he lifted and shifted until he was lying on his back beside me. "What the fuck?"

He fake-yawned. "Next time, you'll listen like a good girl instead of being a stubborn brat."

"Fuck that." My gaze lifted to the cuffs and back to him. My hands curled around the chain of the cuffs, and I pulled myself up, twisted, lifted my leg, and landed on his chest.

"Either you're going to make me come, or you're going to let me go so I can do it myself." My jaw flexed. "It's okay if you're not up for the challenge."

His lips curved up as his arms wrapped around my thighs. "We both know I'm the only one who's ever made you come. Not much of a challenge."

"Then let me go."

"You really want to come?" He asked like we didn't have a whole conversation about it. I nodded. "Okay. You can ride my face if I can ride yours."

He didn't give me a chance to agree. He grabbed my ass, hiking me up as he slid down until my clit was pressed to his soft, warm lips.

"Come all over my face, princess." His tongue licked across my clit, and I rolled my hips over his face as his hands gripped my ass tighter, slowly guiding me over him back and forth.

My hands tightened around the bars as my muscles clenched and my body shook. I increased my speed, taking control. I was already so worked up that it wouldn't take much. I wanted to dig my hands into his hair and smother him, but instead, I stroked myself harder and faster over his tongue until I found a rhythm that set every nerve ending in my body on fire.

My head fell back, and I cried out as I exploded in an earth-shattering, mind-blowing orgasm.

"Holy fuck," I moaned as he released me, and I fell back to the bed.

He shifted to his side, his face, mouth, and chin covered in the evidence of my orgasm. "You taste a lot fucking sweeter than I remember." His mouth crashed against mine, forcing me to taste myself, my orgasm, the orgasm he'd given me. His tongue tangled with mine, swallowing my mouth, literally sucking the air from my lungs.

Jerking my mouth from his, I sucked in a harsh breath, desperate for air. He reached for the nightstand, grabbing the key before releasing me.

"Get your clothes and go to bed, Ariella."

"But I thought?—"

"I'll let you know when it's time to return the favor." His lips turned up into a sadistic smirk, and I knew I had just really fucked up.

CHAPTER25

ARIELLA

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