Page 11 of Harbinger

“Don’t be so hasty. We’ll see.”

Before I could get another word out, he commanded, “Pull down your sexy panties. Show me that cunt.”

When I hesitated, he leaned in and breathed in hot words at my ear, “You’re going to take my fingers like my wanton little slut. You’re gonna pump your hips for me, riding my hand as I finger-fuck you into oblivion.”

He eased back to look me in the eyes, his gleaming when he obviously saw the undeniable need all over my face.

And then something odd happened. He softened, actually taking on a nice tone as he said, “You’re gonna let go and not have to worry about losing control, because I’ve got you. Do you hear me, Ariana?”

That was the first time he’d said my name during all of this… madness.

All I could do was nod. Because the truth was, regardless of the circumstances, I wanted it. I wanted to be touched, especially by him.

“Say it,” he pushed. “I’m not interested in confiscating your will. That shit doesn’t work for me, and it never will. In fact, your consent, you wanting this, is making me hard as hell. I can fucking feel it from you, but I need to hear it from your pretty lips. Say the words, sweetheart.”

“Yes… touch me,” I managed to utter.

“Hold my hand,” he said, offering me his left one.

I took it and his magic sparked, a soothing warmth through my palm.

“Don’t let go,” he told me. “No matter what.” His gaze dropped to my panties. “Now do as I told you. Lose the panties. Bare yourself to me.”

With my free hand, I hooked my fingers into my panties, then pulled them down my legs, until they pooled at my feet.

As I went to kick them off, he stopped me. “No. I like them around your ankles like that.”

Before I could utter a response, he suddenly dragged the fingers of his free hand through my folds.

I couldn’t stop it for the life of me—a long moan escaped me, as sparks of pleasure inundated me, making my legs tremble with it, a sensation I hadn’t felt at the hands of another forsolong.

“Oh, shit,” I choked.

“Mmm, there it is. So fucking slick. So fucking needy.”

I threw my head back against the tree. “Yes…”

“Good little slut… succumb.”

He kept teasing me, intentionally bumping my clit with the pad of his thumb as he went, until I found myself rocking against his fingers, trying to chase the sensations, the building pleasure.

He was working me up so quickly, making me surrender so quickly.

His hand tightened in mine and I felt his magic flare, coupled with a grunt from him.

Our eyes locked.

“I’ve got you. Relax again,” he told me. “I need you to let go entirely. Lose control.”

“I can’t just—”

He thrust two fingers inside me in one go.

A scream tore from my throat and I bucked against the tree, as pleasure and pain collided, the burn so fucking real.

I threw my other hand out and dug my nails into his shoulder through his suit.

A nasty smirk played on his lips.

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