Page 42 of Pay the Price

He reached between us and removed the towel, tossing it onto the shelf behind me. Then he took another step forward, pushing me back against the shelf, until I could feel the press of his hard dick against my stomach.

“Says me.” He lowered his head to my neck, his breath hot against my skin as he grabbed one of my tits, squeezing my flesh over the wet T-shirt. “You know what I think?”

“I don’t care.” I’d meant for it to sound defiant but it sounded weak.

Needy.

“I don’t think you’re a good girl at all.” His other hand slid into my underwear, the heat of his palm covering my mound as his fingers slid lower. “I think you like following my rules. I think you like making my cock hard with your tits out, your ass on display, this little cunt of yours barely covered.”

“No.” It was hardly an assertive denial. More like a gasp. And who could blame me when he was stroking the folds of my pussy — now slick with need — with one hand while he thumbed my tit with the other, his breath hot against my neck?

“Your wet pussy says otherwise, princess.” I moaned as he plunged his fingers inside me. “We’re here in the hall. Wolf and Otis could come out any minute. You’ve already fucked them and it kind of seems like you don’t care if they see me fingering you.”

I hated that he was right. That right then, Wolf and Otis could have started painting the hall and I wouldn’t have wanted Jace to stop the magic he was working with his fingers.

I gasped as he rubbed my clit with his thumb. “Admit it, this is what you think about when you touch yourself at night.” His fingers plunged inside of me, dragged out, plunged in again. I didn’t plan to rock my hips with the motion, but my body was atraitorous whore. It didn’t care that the fingers belonged to Jace Kane, that he was the world’s biggest asshole, that letting him know how much I wanted him would lead to my humiliation, probably sooner rather than later. “You think about my face between your thighs, my cock filling you up the way no one else can.”

“I don’t.” I was having trouble getting the words out, a monster orgasm building at my center as his fingers settled into a rhythm.

He pinched my nipple hard enough to make me cry out. Pleasure or pain?

Impossible to tell.

“Don’t lie to me, princess. You think about me, don’t you? You spread your thighs and slide your vibrator inside your wet little cunt and wish it was my dick pushing into you, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I gasped, riding his hand faster, seeking the release that was within reach.

He nuzzled his way along my neck and there was no greater testament to how far I’d fallen than the fact that I wanted him to kiss me.

It wasn’t just the orgasm I wanted. I wanted it all: his tongue in my mouth and on my cunt, his cock in my pussy, his naked body sliding against mine.

“I think you’re ready to come,” he murmured against my throat. “Is that right, princess? You ready to come?”

“Yes!”

He sucked on my neck, hard enough to burn. The sensation only added to the hunger coursing through my body, the pleasure rolling through me like a thunderstorm.

“Admit it’s me,” he said. “Admit I’m the one you think about in your bed at night when you open your legs, when you play with this pussy, when you squeeze your tits and pinch your nipples.”

I was mostly gone, the thinking part of my brain out to lunch while my body rutted like an animal toward the release it craved.

But I still had enough sense to deny it. “No. I don’t. It’s not you.”

His hand stilled and he started to withdraw his fingers.

I grabbed his wrist. “No, please…”

His gaze met mine and I saw the wicked light of triumph in its depths. “Please what?”

“It’s… it’s you,” I said. “I think about you when I make myself come.”

“And?” He stroked the walls of my cunt slowly, a sweet brand of torture, making it clear he could stop at any time.

“And… I think about you fucking me.” I should have been embarrassed, but I was guessing that part would come later. Right then I would have admitted to being a serial killer to get him to keep doing what he was doing.

“I knew it.” His fingers moved faster and I pushed down on his hand, trying to eke every bit of friction out of his thumb on my clit, pushing his fingers deeper inside me. “You think you’re ready for that, princess? Ready for me?”

“I don’t… I don’t know.”

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