Page 36 of Sadist

“Are you telling me you don’t want this?” she murmured. “Because your body is telling me the opposite…and you have taken suchgoodcare of me. Now let me take care of you.”

My heart was hammering so hard I thought it might stop at any moment, my skin near feverish as her breath disturbed the hair at the nape of my neck. I said nothing, but relaxed my grip on her wrist, slowly.

“That’s my good girl,” she whispered, her hand drifting lower to skim the line of my panties.

“Theodora,” I gasped, and she snorted, the tip of her nose trailing up the side of my neck. “Keep reading, Sweets. Final warning.”

I tried—god how I tried—getting out a few more lines until the tip of her finger slid over my clit and she hummed softly.

“So fucking wet already, my Sweet.”

I closed my eyes, then yelped loudly as her fingers encircled my still-very-tender newly pierced nipple and squeezed.

“Did I say stop?”

“No,” I bit out, bringing the Kindle back up and frantically trying to find my place. I started reading again, my voice catching and straining as her finger began slow strokes over my clit, sliding through the wetness that I would never tell her was from watching her. Not from the smut in my hands.

I read the same paragraph twice as her finger dipped inside me, sending shockwaves through my body and making me clench around her.

She gave my nipple another pinch as my words began trailing off a second time, her breath hot against my neck now.

“Keep reading,” she murmured. “Because you are not allowed to come until Poesy does, and if you do…” she said as she flicked my nipple gently. “You already know I follow through on my consequences.”

Fuck.

I was already dangerously close, a slight increase in pressure dragging a whimper from me. I glued my eyes to the words and started reading again in a breathy voice. I tried to close my legs a fraction, but her knees were between them, and she pinched my thigh viciously with fingers wet from my own arousal before opening our legs wider and continuing…albeit slightly harder this time.

“Not yet,” she growled next to my ear as my words faltered and I gasped. “You are so close, Sweets. But not yet.”

I flicked across, relieved to see I was on the last page of the chapter as I forced myself to focus. My head fell back on her shoulder, but I raised the Kindle enough to keep reading, the end of one particular sentence trailing off in a moan.

I raced toward the finish, fighting to stay ahead of my own orgasm as I squirmed, the pressure of its approach overwhelming.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” she warned, the scrape of her teeth against my neck keeping me grounded just long enough to get me to the last sentence.

The final words of the chapter were lost in a rush of breathy pants as she sunk two fingers into me, the heel of her palm grinding against my clit as her teeth sank into the juncture of my shoulder and neck hard enough that I knew she had drawn blood.

I erupted in a wave of pleasure, a sound ripping from me that I had never made before as the pain made the pleasure reach a peak that left me unable to breathe.

The Kindle was pulled from my grasp and thrown across the room, her hand finding my hair and fisting it in a grip that made my scalp burn and a second orgasm roll into the first. She yanked my head back, and her lips crashed into mine. She kissed me savagely, devouring me as if she had been famished for this connection, swallowing my cries as the pleasure rolled through me in an endless wave.

And I couldn’t tell which part had felt the best—the orgasm that had just shattered my mind, or the woman I should hate finally kissing me.

13

THEO

There are not many days you could describe as perfect when you live a life like mine. Satisfying, yes. Even fulfilling, to an extent.

But perfect?

I hadn’t had a day even close to that in longer than I can remember. Octavia was engrossed in a world of ink and imagination, while I was entranced by the way she would tilt her head slightly with a small frown as if trying to picture something. She chewed on the corner of her lip as she read, and her thumb idly stroked the side of the Kindle between each touch to turn the page.

The need to touch her had been too much. I don’t know if it was that I was already pushed to the edge of my tolerance on everything else that my self-control was slipping, butfuckI’d needed to know what she sounded like. I needed to know what she tasted like. I had kept my hands busy from the second I had woken from my concussion, in an attempt to feel like I was in control of the full riot my body had descended into.

I had intended to just tease her with a little reward for not killing me in my comatose state…Flex a little control after beingknocked well and truly off my axis. But when she had gasped my name with more than a little need laced into every syllable, I had given in to my desire, unable to resist trailing the tip of my nose up the side of her neck as I breathed in her scent and slipped my hand lower to feel just how desperate she was for me. God, I had wanted to bite her, feel her tense and gasp as my teeth sank into her flesh. The thought of that had a slow, delicious ache building between my thighs.

She had done exactly what I demanded of her, the words tripping over each other in her desperation to stay ahead of her orgasm as her muscles began to tremor…and for once, I had enjoyed rewarding her as much as I would have loved marking that pretty pale skin of hers. I don’t know at what point she stopped coming, at what point I withdrew my soaked hand to grip her chin, angling her so I could kiss her and finally know how soft her lips were…or at what point her hand had slipped behind my neck, dragging me harder against her.

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