Page 152 of Savage Reign

“Play with your nipples,” he commanded. I made a small noise that I wasn’t sure was in protest or what. “Now.”

Fuck. I grabbed my nipples and played with them, pinching and rolling the nubs between my fingers like he had done to me many times.

“Spread your legs.”

I whimpered, doing as he asked.

“Fuck, but I can see how wet you are from here. Play with that sweet little cunt for me, firecracker.”

My face flamed. “Killian.”

“Do it. Remember that time I caught you in bed, playing with it? Fuck me, baby, but that image of you has been replayed inmy mind a million times. Now, play with yourself. Show me what you like.”

I took a deep breath and slowly brought my hand down, cupping my pussy. I was wet.

He stroked himself harder, pinching the tip as if to stop himself from coming.

“Push one finger inside.”

I did as he asked. “Fuck, fuck,fuck.”

“Another one.”

I pushed another one in, and knew from the way I was positioned that Killian could see everything.

“Now, fuck yourself, baby. And play rough. We both know that’s how you like it.”

My head fell back and touched the mirror, and I did as he asked, fucking myself with my fingers while Killian played with himself.

His expression turned dark, his skin flushed red, and when I was close to coming, he said sharply, “Enough.”

He pulled me away from the counter and walked us to the shower.

Two long seconds passed before he bent down and took my lips in a fierce kiss. I moaned and wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him back, savoring him.

He pushed his tongue inside, tasting me as if he were a man dying of thirst.

As for me, I was just greedy for him.

Greedy for more.

I hummed against him when I felt his hand on my breasts. He played with my nipples roughly, plucking on them until all that was left was a searing, pleasurable pain. I grabbed his hand, unsure if I wanted to stop him or for him to continue. He made the decision easier for me as he pushed one hand down my body, reaching for my pussy. His fingers grazed over my clit, thebarely-there touch driving me insane. I backed away from his kiss and glared up at him.

“Don’t tease me.”

“Do you think you don’t deserve to be teased even a little, after all you've done tonight?”

It took me a moment to realize what his words meant.

I shook my head. An evil look crossed over his face as he withdrew his hand. Then he grabbed the shampoo bottle and began to clean me and himself up.

Every touch of his was unsexual, in the most frustrating way possible.

Even when he was cleaning my pussy, he was quick and methodical about it. By the time he turned off the shower, I was about ready to kill him.

I grabbed the towel from his hand and wiped myself clean.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked, laughter in his voice.

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