Page 90 of With this Ring

“Put your arms by your sides.”

Narrowing her eyes, wondering what the hell he had in mind, she did as he said.

Quickly, he cuffed her knees and thighs. Then he clipped each hand to a knee.

She was wide open for him, and the way he’d secured her severely limited her ability to get away.

When he’d packed his bag in the cabin, she’d assumed they would use all of the items once they reached the dungeon. But they hadn’t even made it that far. Mostly because she’d beenbratty—not that she would change a single thing or apologize, even if given the opportunity.

“I might put you back in this position anytime I’m cooking,” he observed.

After tonight, she would never look at a kitchen island the same way again.

“Definitely my new favorite.”

She wrinkled her nose. “That’s one of us.”

He grinned.

Beneath his gaze, her pussy throbbed. Her brain might scream in protest, but her knees opened a little more, in silent invitation.

His expression turning serious, he moved in closer. But surprising her, he didn’t try to insert the toy.

Instead, he told her to open her mouth.

A little apprehensively, she did what he said, and he stuck two fingers inside.

“Get them wet.”

Her eyes wide, gaze fastened on his inscrutable features, she complied.

“Wetter.”

A few seconds later, he nodded his satisfaction and drew the dampness to her pussy.

“You want this.”

Even though she shook her head, the truth was obvious to both of them. She was ready for him. When he parted her labia, her clit was already swollen and throbbing.

“How did I ever wait so long for a taste of you?”

After slowly circling the bundle of nerves, making her lift her hips from the island, he slid both fingers inside her.

Arching her back, she moaned.

“You’re so hungry for me, Sasha.”

She didn’t, couldn’t, deny his words.

With deliberate strokes, he fucked her with his fingers. Then he changed his angle to find her G-spot.

“Oh, Gregorio!”

He knew exactly how to arouse her and keep her on the edge.

An orgasm built, and she met his thrusts, craving the completion he kept just out of reach.

“You’re almost there.” Gently, he withdrew, and she cried out in frustration.

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