Page 50 of Bad Girl Dilemma

And then he slaps my pussy, sharp and wet, two fingers parting my folds to find my soaked clit.

“You call this trying? You’re dripping all over my cock and you think I’ll reward that?”

My knees wobble. I’m barely upright.

But I love it. God, I love it.

“Please,” I sob. “I can’t—I’ll die if you stop?—”

He shoves back into me with a savage thrust, and I swear I black out for a second. My head tips forward, head hanging off the bench as I gasp for air.

His rhythm is merciless. “Come now and I’ll edge you again for the rest of the fucking night,” he grits.

I choke on a moan.

The orgasm teeters, threatens, then fades when he pulls out again.

“You’re… this is, Jesus, please! Don’t stop,” I cry out, broken and shaking. “Please—Sir—I need it—Tell me what you want. I’ll do anything?—”

“I know,” he says, quieter now. And that’s the worst part.

He knows how much I crave this. How much I have to give him.

And the devil takes it all.

But when he finally gives it back—when he grabs my throat and slams into me again, cock thick and hot and filling me so deep I can’t breathe—I’m nothing but fire and ruin and pure, feral need.

“Now,” he growls. “Fucking come now.”

I shatter.

It rips through me, my orgasm crashing down so hard my body gives out. He holds me up. Fucks me through it. His breath catches as he follows—cock pulsing deep inside me as he presses his forehead to the back of my neck.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “You’ll destroy me, long before I destroy you, won’t you, little thief?”

I want to tell him he already has.

Instead, I just lie there trembling, leaking surrender, skin marked, soul claimed and body satisfied in the most dangerous way.

I hope I’ve taken something from him. I hope every moan I gave him tonight stains him forever.

I wakein the middle of the night.

Dante lies sprawled across the bed like a god sculpted from shadows and sin, chest rising in slow, even breaths. His arm’s flung across the sheets where my body had been, as if in sleep he still seeks me. The faintest furrow creases his brow. Even unconscious, he's guarded.

But not for long.

Because today, I have a plan. One that requires sweat, stamina, and sex so damn intense he won’t be able to see straight. If I wear him down enough, push his mind and body to the brink, I’ll buy myself the time I need.

Time to break into Ironveil. Time to find out what Vesper truly is beyond the whispers and smoke I heard about on the Dark Web, and what Specter...I... have to do with it.

Slipping beneath the sheets, I breathe him in—sandalwood and smoke and power. He smells like ruin. Like temptationincarnate. I trail my lips down his stomach, watching for movement. His cock twitches once against his thigh.

I smile. Brat mode locked. “Rise and shine, Sir.”

I don’t give him a chance to protest.

My lips close around the head of his cock, tongue swirling lazily over his barbells as I hollow my cheeks and suck deep.

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