Page 71 of Twisted Devotion

She wants this.Even if she’s still pretending she has control.

“Fine,” she mutters, feigning indifference. But the slight tremor in her voice gives her away. She shifts, testing the bar, adjusting to the restraint. It holds firm, locked in place—just likeIhave her.

I flick the vibrator on, the lowest setting buzzing softly in my hand. From where I kneel, I can see every inch of her beautiful sex, already glistening, alreadymine.

I press the vibrating disc to her pussy, letting it rest against her vulva.

She gasps, her body jolting, the spreader bar keeping her open.

“Oh my God.”

I press the button again, increasing the strength of the vibrations.

She tugs against the restraints instinctively, but they hold her in place.

I run the vibrator over her soft lips, slow and deliberate—up and down, up and down—until her hips start moving on their own, rocking back toward me, her beautiful ass offering itself without hesitation.

“Tell me…” My voice is low, teasing. “Do youwantto come?”

“Yes,” she moans, her voice strained with need. “God,yes.”

Her fingers clutch at the bedding, desperate.

“You know what to do.”

Her breath shudders. “Please,” she begs, just like she did in my office. “Please make me come, Nicolas.Please.”

I press the button once more, turning the vibrator on as high as it goes, then press the disc firmly against her clit.

“If you insist.”

A sharp cry escapes her. Her legs instinctively try to close, but the bar keeps her open, fully exposed to me.

Her body trembles, waves of pleasure overtaking her as my name leaves her lips in a breathless, desperate cry.

“Oh my God, Nicolas.”

Her voice is breathless, wrecked.

I keep the vibrator pressed to her, drawing another climax from her trembling body. A soft whine rises in her throat—she’s past the edge, barely holding on.

I can’t wait any longer. I have to take her. Now.

“Aria,” I murmur, my control slipping. “Do you still not-”

“Fuck me.”

Her head turns, eyes locking onto mine, dark and unwavering. “I want you inside me.”

I cock a brow, dragging it out, forcing her to say it.

“Please,”she adds breathless.

I should be the one begging—because Ineedher. Every ounce of restraint I’ve had is unraveling. I desperately want to fuck her. I have no idea how I’ve managed to hold myself back.

The vibrator clatters to the floor as I release it, my hands working fast to unlock the cuffs from her ankles. The bar collapses with a rattle, forgotten.

I grab her hips, flipping her onto her back. She lies there, spent, chest rising and falling in quick, shallow pants.

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