Page 157 of Cruel Devotion

Lei's fingers were relentless, driving me wild with every touch.

As if sensing my desperation, Lei shifted his touch, his fingers abandoning my clit momentarily to explore the slick heat between my thighs. He traced maddeningly slow vibrating circles around my entrance, coating his fingers with my arousal before sliding one inside and filling me inch by delicious inch.

A guttural moan escaped my throat as he continued to delve deeper, curling his finger in just the right way to stroke against that sweet spot within me.

Damn, Lei. Okay.

He hit that spot again, coaxing delicious shivers from me.

Yet to my shock, slowly, his fingers left my pussy, and I whimpered.

But then fast, Lei's other hand went to my throat and curled around my neck.

I gasped.

It was so goddamn quick.

Faster than a heartbeat.

Not even a half of a second.

While I knew Lei was fast, I hadn't realized it was to that level.

And I could still breathe, yet I couldn't help but feel a rush of fear and arousal at the same time.

Silent, his gaze remained locked onto mine.

My pulse quickened, hammering against my ribs like a caged bird desperate for escape.

I grew hyperaware of everything.

Those fingers were rough and calloused, probably from fighting. However, those fingers were also gentle, applying just enough pressure to make me feel his control over me, but not be choked.

But I knew. . .I could feel how easily he could simply crush my throat, steal away my breath, and end my life.

And even within this oddness, a strange mixture of lust and danger hit my chest.

I trembled. “W-what are you doing?”

“Regardless of any title you will hold.” Still cradling my throat, he brought those vibrating fingers back to my pussy.

“Oh.”

His voice went low and primal. “Friend of the Syndicate.”

The vibrations intensified, shifting to a symphony of sensations that coursed through my body.

“Friend of the Four Aces.”

Each touch was like a note played on the strings of my soul, sending ripples of ecstasy that cascaded through every fiber of my being.

He tightened his grip on my throat and dove a vibrating finger into me, rubbing against my G-spot. “Mountain Mistress.”

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” A tidal wave of pleasure blasted into me. overwhelming in its intensity, threatening to unravel the very core of my existence.

I went limp against him, lost in the intoxicating haze of sensations—the vibrations and pulsing to my pussy, the rough fingers on my neck, the cologne scent of his skin.

“Look at me.” With that hand on my throat, he brought me back up to sitting and loosened the hold a tiny bit. However, he never gave my pussy any rest. One finger fucked and vibrated my insides.

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