Page 219 of Ruin Me Gently

Her brows knit together, lips parted. “What?”

I dragged my fingers down her jaw, tracing over the flushed heat of her throat, brushing the curve of her breast, stopping just before she could arch into me.

“Here’s what’s going to happen.” I leaned in, letting my lips graze the shell of her ear. “We’re gonna play a little game.”

Her body tensed beneath me, a slight tremor rolling through her thighs, still spread for me, still soaked, still ready.

I pulled back and gripped her chin, tilting her face until our eyes locked. “Every time I ask, you tell me you’re beautiful.”

Her lips parted and I smirked, dragging my thumb over them. “And if you don’t?” I squeezed her jaw gently, just enough to make her breath catch, just enough to remind her exactly who was in charge right now. “Then I stop fucking you.”

Her breath hitched, eyes going wide.

I smirked, voice dropping even lower. “So what’s it gonna be, sweetheart? You wanna be a good girl for me, or do you want me to leave you aching and empty?”

She didn’t answer.

I tightened my grip on her jaw. “Speak.”

Her breath hitched, her thighs tensing around my hips.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes. I’ll be good.”

“That’s my girl,” I smirked, dragging my thumb down her throat. “Now tell me.”

She swallowed hard. “I’m beautiful.”

“That’s it.”

I rewarded her immediately, thrusting back in, groaning at the feel of her tight, wet, perfect body clenching around my cock.

Cazzo, sì.

She moaned, back arching, fingers digging into my biceps, leaving little crescents in my skin as I fucked her slow and deep, dragging it out. Then I tilted her chin up again, locking my gaze on hers.

“Tell me you’re beautiful.”

She hesitated. Just for a second.

I pulled out. “Say it, sweetheart.”

Her chest rose and fell, her lips trembling. “I’m beautiful.”

“Good girl.” I slammed back in, setting a punishing rhythm, fucking her hard and deep with every inch of me.

I gripped her thigh, pushing it up higher, spreading her open, taking her deeper. “Say it again.”

She whimpered, eyes fluttering shut.

I stilled.

She gasped. “Silas, please—”

I grinned, dragging my lips over the shell of her ear. “Say it.”

She exhaled, voice breathy. “I’m beautiful.”

I snapped my hips forward, pulling a wrecked moan from her lips.

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