Page 158 of Cruel Devotion

And his thumb rubbed against my clit.

The vibrations built.

My body ached for release.

I shivered. “F-fuck, Lei.”

“Look at me.”

Delirious with lust, my bottom lip quivered. Somehow, I could focus enough to move my gaze to him.

I swore Lei's eyes darkened right in front me.

He sneered. “Regardless of any title given by anybody, you'remine.”

That revelation shattered the boundaries of my known world and plunged me right into his odd chaotic mind.

There was no doubt in his voice.

No joke.

No sense of logic or reasonability.

I could see it in his eyes too and the feel of his hand around my throat.

He meant it.

Every damn word.

But not done, he whispered with menace and stroked my pussy some more, increasing the pressure and speed. “You'll belong to me, here on this helicopter, and everywhere else you go.”

“Oh!” I could feel the wetness dripping along my pussy.

His thumb pressed hard on my clit, spiraling into ecstasy. “You're mine in the East.”

My body quaked. “F-fuck.”

“Yet, you're mine in the South too.” He tightened that grip on my throat, constricting my breathing.

My vision blurred.

And it should have made me panic, but I teetered close to orgasm.

So fucking close.

So much that I began bucking my hips, even with the taste of fear on my tongue.

He let go of my throat and I gasped for breath and roughly moaned, my mind hazy with lust and confusion, pleasure and terror.

It was all so twisted and. . .kind of perfect.

Fucked up, yet exquisitely passionate—and oh, so dark.

I couldn't even speak.

All I could do was take the vibrating assault to my pussy and his pure dominance to my breath.

He loosened his hold on my neck and guided my head close to his mouth.

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