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At least, when there’s pain involved, I’ve got plausible deniability. I can pretend that I was punishing her for her insolence. And God knows there’s enough of that to go around.
But kissing her? Allowing her to touch me? That’s a line I shouldn’t cross.
“Please, Viktor.” Her eyes are wide and trusting. My cock aches to let her slide her hand lower. To take me in that sweet mouth. To fuck her throat the way I’ve been dreaming about. To spill into the depths of the tight pussy that I’ve only tasted.
I kiss her again, but I’m under control now. She moans against my lips as I tug at her bottom lip with my teeth, biting just enough to sting.
Lisette’s eyes flick open as I close my hand around her neck.
“You like it, don’t you?” She nods. I feel her pulse race under my palm.
She lets me squeeze her neck, her sea-green eyes wide but trusting on mine the whole time.
“Are you going to be good?”
My teeth graze the tip of her ear.
“Y-yes.”
“I know you are.” My other hand slides down between her legs. Checking for wetness. So I can feel every drop of moisture adding to her already damp panties. “Such a good girl. But I’m going to make you crave bad things.”
I shove her panties aside and enter her quickly with my fingers. She cries out at the stretch, a beautiful sound that becomes husky in her throat.
I have so much control over her like this, with my hand tight on her neck and my fingers inside her. Every whimper, every moan, every movement is mine.
She’s noticed my erection against her stomach. She keeps trying to bring her pussy closer to my bulge, as though it would feel better than my hand.
As though, if she got close enough, my self-control would break and I’d fuck her.
Maybe she’s right.
As she screams with her orgasm I remove my hand from her throat but keep her pinned to the wall with my body. I don’t stop. I bunch her panties together and use the fabric to create sawing friction over her swollen nub.
I nip at her ear when she tries to squeeze her thighs together. “Whose cunt is this?”
“Please.”
I grip her chin, forcing her head around to meet my eyes. “I asked you a question, Lisette.”
She draws a shuddering breath but I can see that she’s already close to the edge. “Yours,” she answers.
Correct answer. I smile with satisfaction and kiss her until she moans.
“And I’ll do whatever I want with it. You, my little screamer, will like it.”
I pinch her clit between my fingers again and the tremors of an orgasm start.
I won’t be satisfied with wrecking her with pleasure. I want to destroy her with it. Until she’s nothing but a trembling, sweaty mess, naked and dripping on the floor of my apartment.
As long as I’m not fucking her, I can tell myself I’m still in control.
CHAPTER 15
VIKTOR
ARGENTINA IS TOO hot.
The heat bakes everything into red dust out here in the countryside, making me crave the snow of New York. That’s what’s keeping me awake at night.
