Page 146 of Monster

“Uh-uh,” he chided. “Naughty girl. Now you have to take your punishment.”

He placed my hands back on the armrest, and I finally caught on to his game. He wanted to punish me.

He brought his fingers up to my mouth. “Open.”

Right then, I wanted to play his game just as much.

I opened my mouth, and he made a low noise of approval.

“Suck.”

I sucked, my grip tightening around the armrest, and when he pulled his fingers away, I almost let out a small whine.

His hand drifted down, and he cupped my pussy. I held my breath, trying to hold on to some semblance of self-control.

I didn’t know how much more I could take as he massaged my pussy.

My hips ground against his hand, trying to find that friction, and he used his other hand to pinch my side. “Hey!” I said, jumping back from the sting.

“Hold still, wildcat. And don’t you fucking dare come. Not until you beg me for it.”

My mouth gaped, and I didn’t know what to say to that. He wanted me to beg him to let me come?

His lips tilted up in a smirk. “Does this feel good?”

He rubbed his finger around my clit in a circle, and I nodded, forgetting I was supposed to be mad at him in the first place. “So good,” I said.

So fucking good.

“Please,” I pled. I was ready to beg. He didn’t need to draw out this torture. I wanted to come, and I wanted him to be the one to make me come. “Please, Dominic. Please. I need you.”

And how fucking true that was.

I fucking needed him, and I didn’t know how it had happened in the first place.

“Please.”

I was on the verge of crying now, and I would probably lose it if he kept drawing it out.

“Shh, baby. You beg so prettily. You know I would give you the fucking world, don’t you?”

Fuck.

I spread my legs further, giving him better access to me.

He picked up the pace, and that was all it took. I kept my eyes on our reflection as I came. This fucking image would be what fueled my fantasies for days to come, I was sure of it.

My whole body convulsed under the weight of the release. Never had I come so hard. He tapped my clit several times, prolonging the fall.

I screamed, the image of his expression in the mirror coming in and out of focus.

In one unguarded moment, I could see just how badly he wanted me.

He talked about owning me, but I wondered if he realized I had already ownedhim, and that was without my name tattooed on his skin.

I leaned back and placed a kiss on his jaw.

His hand paused, and he met my eyes.

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