Page 48 of Monsters' Manor

Burying one hand in my hair, he winds my curls around his fist and tips my head back, making me meet his eyes.

“Beautiful,” he rasps. “You submit to me so beautifully, Rosie.”

If I felt anywhere near sane right now, I might fight back against that, too. I might snap at him that I don’t submit, not to him, not to anyone, but that rational corner of my brain has gone strangely quiet.

“Hands up,” Ren commands, and I obey that order too.

He reaches for the hem of my shirt, tugging it off and leaving it in a heap on the ground with the rest of my clothes. My bra goes next, leaving me completely bare for him except for my underwear.

Ren stares down at me with fires kindling in his deep red eyes and a sharp smirk growing wider on his face.

“Exquisite,” he murmurs, leaning down to catch one of my nipples between his lips. “Just exquisite, Rosie.”

Helpless to do anything but submit to the pleasure he’s drawing from me, I arch into the sensation of his mouth, the firm grip of his hands, the irresistible heat of him.

Ren growls his satisfaction and snakes a hand down between my thighs. He brushes his fingers up, up, until he finds the heat of me and cups me over the already-damp fabric.

The groan he lets out sounds almost pained. “You’ve got more fire here for me, don’t you Rosie? All this heat. All mine.”

With deft fingers, he tugs my underwear off and I catch the briefest glimpse of him tucking them into his back pocket. Before I can give him any hell for that, though, his hand is back on me.

A hand which, I can’t help but notice, has its claws filed down, like he was planning for this.

Despite the earlier frenzy of our chase, Ren’s not in any hurry now. He takes his time exploring me, stroking along my damp seam and dipping just inside, making me arch up and cry out in a wordless plea for more. Bastard that he is, he doesn’t give me what I want. No, he keeps teasing and testing me, watching the expressions of pleasure and need breaking over my face, eyes lit in demon-bright arrogance.

“So responsive for me,” he murmurs. “So eager for this, aren’t you?”

I can’t form any coherent words to answer him, especially not when he sinks two big fingers all the way into me. At the same time, he presses hard against my clit with the heel of his palm. I cry out and grind my hips into his hand.

“Gods, Rosie,” Ren groans. “You feel like sin. So fucking tight and perfect.”

He works his fingers in me, focusing in on my pleasure completely. But even while I’m melting into the sweet temptation of that abyss, something about his earlier taunting drifts forward in my mind.

“I thought this was supposed to be a punishment,” I rasp, breathless.

Ren chuckles darkly. “It will be.”

Before I can ask what he means, he presses more firmly against my clit. It’s enough to have me crying out again, arching into the pleasure he’s drawing from me, feeling the first waves of my orgasm crest and…

Ren pulls back, leaving me wanting and frustrated and shivering with the sudden rush of cool air against my skin.

“No!” I cry out as he takes a step away.

Even in the deep midnight darkness, I feel completely exposed. Especially when Ren steps sideways into another of his pocket realms and I’m left alone.

“No?”

The question breaks against my back a moment before I’m pressed up against Ren’s broad chest. I yelp in surprise, but he’s right there to swallow the sound in a deep, plundering kiss. It goes on and on, until a new sensation has me pulling away with a gasp and looking down.

Ren’s thick maroon tail caresses its way up my leg. He leans over me and watches himself torture me inch by excruciating inch as it moves higher up my thigh toward my empty, wanting pussy.

When he gets to the crease at the top of my thigh and stops, I make a sound that’s completely unintelligible. Something between a moan of protest and a garbled plea. And when he dips the blunted tip just inside, that noise turns into a broken groan.

I grasp at the arm he has banded around my waist, digging my nails into him and squirming at the alien sensation of his tail in me.

“Relax, Rosie,” he commands, mouth trailing a line of biting kisses against my neck.

Relax? He wants me to relax?

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