Page 51 of Holly Ever After

Reaching out for me, he picks me up and spins me around, pressing on my shoulder and bending me over the counter.

“Do you remember the rule?” he asks, his voice gruff.

I do, and I can't help but giggle as he swats my ass gently. He does it again and I dig my nails into his arm, almost drawing blood. He pulls away and raises an eyebrow at me, a warning in his eyes.

“I'll tie you up if you don't behave.”

I look over my shoulder at him, my heart beating so madly in my chest I’m sure he can hear it. My body is already begging for more.

He grabs both of my wrists in one hand and pulls them behind my back, pushing me further into the counter. His other hand slides around to cup my chin, tilting it back so that our eyes meet. The fire burning in his gaze makes me shiver; he knows what he's doing to me, and it turns him on even more.

“You need to keep your eyes on me at all times,” he demands gruffly before pressing his lips against mine in a kiss that leaves me weak in the knees.

He pulls away, but I can feel his breath on my neck as he speaks. “Now, are you going to be a good girl, or do I need to tie you up?”

Holy shit.

Did he just call me a good girl?

I shiver.

Am I dreaming again?

Nope. That hot flesh pressed against my body is very real.

“Holly?”

“I'll be good,” I promise, looking up at him through my lashes. “I'll be so good.”

“Good girl.”

I'm on fire. We both are.

His hands explore every inch of my body as he stands tall at my back. He runs his thumb over my lower lip, holding my gaze as he teases me and pulls away.

Groaning, he slides his hands around to cup my ass.

He’s watching me. All of me. As if he’s committing it all to memory, his eyes are dark and predatory.

His voice is low as he speaks, and I have to fight the urge to beg. “Do you want me inside you?”

“Yes,” I say, my voice just above a whisper. “Please.”

He squeezes my hips and positions himself at my entrance. “You're so fucking wet, baby.” Holding my dress up, he instructs, “Wider.”

I part my legs wider, and he gives me another hard slap on my ass. I gasp out, the pleasure and pain of his palm against my sensitive skin driving me wild.

I know I'm dripping wet; I can feel it, and I can't take the anticipation anymore. I can't control myself. I'm desperate for him.

“Please,” I whisper, “Please, Sean.”

“I want to hear you say it,” he says, rubbing the head of his cock against my throbbing clit. “I want you to tell me what you want.”

I close my eyes and lose myself in the feeling. I don't want to think about the consequences of what we're doing. All I want to do is give myself over to him. I want him to take me, to make me his.

I need him to take me, just like this.

“I want you to fuck me,” I whisper. “I want you to fuck me until I scream.”

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