Page 64 of Curse

I’m not sure where this is coming from, definitely nothing I’ve ever said during sex before. Before I can overthink it, he groans and starts to lengthen his strokes, rolling his hips slowly and more forcefully with each thrust, grinding against my clit each time he’s deepest inside me. He balances on one forearm, lifting a hand to cup my breast and squeeze.

“Matti,” I moan. His grip on my breast tightens and becomes painful as he catches my hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger and squeezes hard.

He pulls back from me, breathing heavily. The look in his eyes is wild, feral, but his voice is controlled.

Releasing my breast, he hooks an elbow underneath each of my knees, planting his hands on either side of my head. I gasp, my feet in the air, my knees by my ears, open wide for him.

“I’m going to fuck you hard now, kitten.”

He’s so big that this angle puts him all the way inside me, deeper than he’s been before, stretching me so that it burns at first.

I close my eyes, trying to relax despite the fact that I’m practically rolled up into a ball with my pussy pointed up toward the ceiling. It really fucking hurts, but in the best way.

Matti isn’t moving. “Look at me, Siena,” he growls.

I open my eyes, and his face is inches from mine. “Yes, sir,” I breathe, digging my fingertips into his rippling shoulder muscles.

Something changes in his face, and his intensity darkens. He begins thrusting harder, nailing me to the bed with the hard pounding of his dick, hitting that spot inside hard with every single thrust.

I’m so primed and ready from everything else he’s done to me today that it takes only a few pounding strokes for me to explode, my entire core spasming out of control. I can hear myself screaming his name like it’s coming from somewhere else, and I feel like I’m about to black out as I drench both of us and the sheets with my cum.

“Holy shit, Siena.” He drops his chin to his chest and watches my big breasts bouncing with each thrust, fucking me harderand faster, triggering another orgasm to roll through me, this one a slow, delicious wave. My hips buck against him of their own accord in rapid time, and he roars my name as he comes deep inside me.

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We wake up the next day, damp and happy, tangled up in the sheets. All night we fucked, then slept, then fucked again. It was one of the best nights of my life, and despite getting very little solid sleep, I have never woken up more refreshed.

I roll over to see Matti out of bed already, zipping up his pants.

“I’ve got a few things to handle, kitten.” His demeanor is unreadable, reserved and distant. “Do you need anything?”

“A shower.” I remember the very expensive line of Bergamot & Basil bath products he bought for me. “Thank you for getting my favorite bath stuff, by the way.”

He dismisses me with a quick nod. “Do you have clean clothes?”

“Olivia brought me some things over the past few weeks, so I’m okay.”

Guilt flashes across his face, and my heart lurches. Is it because of Olivia?

He interrupts my thoughts. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here to take care of you, kitten. But I’m glad Olivia was. At least she did something right,” he grumbles, snatching his shirt and tie from the floor.

He feels guilty that he was gone? Did not expect that.

“Hey,” he says, stopping at the door and turning back to look at me, his voicecommanding.

I freeze. Every thought falls out of my brain.

“Yeah?” I ask, hoping I sound normal.

“Don’t forget that you have three more lashes coming your way to complete your punishment next time. Plus a few for coming without asking.”

My heart squeezes in my chest, and my pussy immediately clenches.

Next time…

“Oooh, scary,” I laugh.

He shakes his head with a slow smile, then looks at me through his lashes so intensely that my heart stutters before racing out of control. His expression darkens, and I frown, concerned.

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