Page 35 of Curse

I started this to fuck with him, no intention of getting off, but something about him watching me with every ounce of his attention, water droplets building up and dripping down his muscular chest, is doing things to me that I didn’t expect.

Pressing into my clit, harder and faster, I let my gaze follow the sinews of his neck down to his shoulders, soaking in every hard muscle in his arms, the veins protruding and throbbing in his neck. His pecs are hard, his abdomen meticulously defined, like he carved it exactly as he wanted. His cock is so hard that it pulls his suit pants tight, threatening to break free.

“You keep staring at it like that, I’m going to take it out and make you use it on that pretty pussy of yours.” The way he says it sounds threatening, but I flick my gaze up to meet his, giving him a “let’s find out” look and immediately drop my eyes back to his cock.

His cock is big if the outline of it in his pants is any indication, more than I could handle even if I wanted to—which I don’t. But since I feel safe in the knowledge that he won’t touch me, I allow myself to think about what it might look like, about taking it in my mouth, getting it slick and wet and ready for me. Imagine climbing onto his lap, sliding myself onto him and taking as much as I can, then riding him until I come all over his cock.

My breathing quickens at the image, and with it my fingers, as I rub my clit fast and hard, feeling myself inch closer and closer to the top of the cliff.

He leans forward in the chair, resting his elbows on hisknees, purposefully blocking my view of the intimidating bulge in his pants.

I drag my eyes back up to meet his, and he’s glaring at me now, his gaze still locked on my eyes, never wavering. But his chest is rising and falling rapidly. I can’t tell if he wants to fuck me or kill me, but the fact that he clearly wants badly to do one of those things but does neither, choosing instead to be still and watch me, causes my stomach to tense so much it hurts.

“I fucking mean it, Siena,” he says, his voice low and rough like gravel scraping across my clit.

My lips part and finally, finally, he allows his gaze to drop, but only as far as my mouth, his own lips parting as he swipes his tongue over his lower lip. He looks like a lion, ready to pounce, and my eyelids grow heavy as I stare at him. A soft moan escapes me.

“If you’re not going to stop me,” I manage to get out between breaths. “I’m not going to stop.”

Before I can finish the sentence, Matti is out of his seat and next to me under the water, seizing me by the throat. “You want me to stop you, kitten? Or do you want me to finish you off?”

He isn’t cutting off my air, but he steps in close to me, forcing me to back up until I’m against the cold steel wall. I gasp and arch my back when it touches my warm skin, tilting my head back to look up at him.

This. This is the reaction I wanted. Part of me wants to abandon my original plan, let him do what he wants to me. I’m so wet. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone so badly. But the other part of me, the part that hates him, wants only to fuck with him mercilessly the way he fucked with me atOne Pearl Park Plaza.

Wants to show him how powerful I can be.

Wants to say again…

“No.”

Matti grinds his teeth and slams the palm of his hand against the wall above my head. He leans his head down, pressing his forehead against mine, closing his eyes and swallowing deep breaths. His grip tightens around my neck and I start to gasp for air as I return to rubbing my clit.

Holy shit.

His hand on my throat, the heat pouring off his body, his giant cock an inch away. My eyes roll back in my head, as I keep up a hard pressure on my clit, rhythmic, punishing, getting faster and faster as my arousal drips down my fingers and thighs, my pussy clenching hard. My eyelids start to droop, my entire body tenses as I inch closer and closer to orgasm.

Matti lifts his forehead from mine, feeling me tighten under his hand. “Eyes on me,” he growls.

Without hesitation, I open my eyes, more than happy to look at this gorgeous man—this gorgeous man that I am controlling—while I fuck myself. The raw intensity in his beautiful blue eyes burns into me, his face inches from mine. The sound of his voice, his warm breath skating across my jaw, the heat from his heaving chest—all of it compounds and explodes into the last blissful shove I need to send me over the edge.

My orgasm rips through me violently, a rush of wetness coating my thighs. I cry out so loudly that it reverberates around the small room, my mouth open wide an inch away from Matti’s. My back arches more, my eyes drift close as Ilet go, and my lips brush his accidentally. He moans into my mouth, his fingertips digging into my throat and he grinds his hard cock against my wet stomach, his huge thigh into my pussy, pinning me to the wall and holding me up as the last tremors wrack my body.

“Fuck,” he groans.

He takes a minute, breathing deeply, working hard to regain control as I do the same, staring up at him.

When he speaks, his voice is low and rumbling. “Hear me, Siena. When you do tell me ‘yes’—and that day is coming—do not expect mercy. I am going to make you fucking beg.”

A small smile pulls at my lips, enjoying the tortured look on his gorgeous face. That day will never come. I’m calling the shots here. The power belongs to me, and I like it too much to let it go.

I start to feel lightheaded, and flashes of light appear in my peripheral. Vertigo flips my vision around me like a tornado. As my legs falter beneath me, Matti wraps his arms around me and catches me.

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Matti

Istalk back to the room carrying Siena, my jaw tight, my thoughts darker than they should be.

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