Page 151 of They Are Mine

Fuck.

I flex my fingers, fighting the urge to grab the back of her head and shove her mouth where I need it.

She licks again, slow, deliberate, just beside where I want her most, her lips barely ghosting over me.

She’s enjoying this. Enjoying the power she thinks she has.

“You’re a little tease,” I murmur, my voice low, warning.

She grins, nipping lightly at my hipbone before finally, finally, wrapping her fingers around me.

God. Her hands.

So small, so soft, so fucking perfect.

She strokes once, slow, her palm dragging over every thick, aching inch of me.

She hums softly, almost like she’s admiring her work.

Her lips part, her breath warm against me, so close.

I clench my jaw, exhaling hard.

And just as she’s about to ruin me completely, she stops.

Stops.

What the fuck?

She lifts her head, fingers still wrapped around me, her breath uneven but her eyes too sharp, too knowing.

And then she says it. “You need to know something first.”

No. No, I don’t.

“Juliet,” I warn, my voice dangerously low.

“I have men,” she says.

My head tilts slightly.

Her man.

I ate his dessert.

Now I’m about to fuck his girl.

And I don’t think I even fucking care.

Then it hits… Men.

Not exes. Not one. Plural.

I stare at her, waiting for her to crack, for her to break into a teasing grin and tell me she’s fucking with me.

She doesn’t.

Instead, she squeezes me lightly, her thumb swiping over the sensitive tip, like she knows exactly how to keep me just desperate enough to listen.

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