Page 69 of Blood and Thorns
Caden barked out a laugh, luckily loud enough to muffle Arabella’s whimper until I placed a hand over her mouth.
“We need to be subtle,” I added, her cunt resisting the stretch to take the fourth.“Put feelers out for this Enchantress. I want to see how deep her influence runs in this city.”
“You know where to go to ask about rumours,”Caden said, clearly not aware how close Arabella was to coming apart on my lap.“Who better to ask thanthe Mistress of Whispers herself?”
“Set up a meeting.” I released Arabella’s mouth to click off the phone and then immediately quickened my ministrations, making sure my fingers angled to brush against her G-spot. “Couldn’t even keep quiet for me, could you?”
I pinched her nipple at the same time I pressed her clit, able to feel how close she was by how she gripped me.
“Beg me, Arabella.”
“Please,” she whimpered, strangling my fingers. Her entire body was tensed, ready to snap.
“Please what? Use your words.”
“Let me come.”
I didn’t stop, her cries filling the cabin of the car as I forced the pleasure from her body. “Come for me,” I demanded, biting down on her throat, just above her choker.
Arabella screamed, soaking us both as she was finally allowed to orgasm. Her body rocked, and I had to pin her to me with a forearm. My cock ached, testing the zipper of my trousers as I gritted my teeth.
“Couldn’t even fit four fingers,” I commented, brushing my lips over the bite mark. “How disappointing.”
Arabella’s chest heaved, her skin coated in sweat. She was like a ragdoll on me, her body exhausted. She went to roll to the side, but not before I tightened my grip.
“Where do you think you’re going? Your punishment’s not finished.”
Chapter 31
Arabella
I felt like I was about to be eaten, my fear edged with arousal as I was chased through the penthouse towards the studio, never taking my attention off Sebastian as he stalked closer. He was a great shadow, his expression dark as he watched me with those soulless eyes.
He stopped at the door, his presence electric as he hooked his hands on the frame and leaned forward. My pulse raced, and I found my hands slick with sweat.
Your punishment’s not finished.
Being edged for an entire car ride was not on my bingo card this year. Was it torture? Yes. Did I have the biggest orgasm of my entire life? Also yes. Even now I could feel his phantom fingers, expertly touching me as if he knew all my secrets.
My eyes dipped to where his erection pressed against his trousers. I should hate it. Hate him. But no, my traitorous pussy ached at the sight.
The dance of whether he was going to cross the final barrier and take me kept me on the edge, that he’d finally take away my will. Dominate me. And I found I craved it. Itwas his choice not to fuck me, to wait until I was begging for it.
Ever there he had power over me, and some twisted part was enjoying our little dance. It was… exciting. Being so close to a man who saw the world as nothing but a toy.
“Take off your dress,” he commanded, my body reacting to the huskiness of his tone.
My skin tightened, my nipples pebbled, and need pulsed low in my belly. Even the air between us hummed, the weight of it like anticipation seconds before a storm.
Sebastian’s head tilted, his long hair brushing over his shoulder as he took a single step closer. “Don’t make me ask again.”
This was a warning, not a seduction as he began to slowly unbutton his shirt, the sensual movement of it setting fire to my arousal. I stood frozen, my brain and body at war. I shouldn’t want this, and yet I couldn’t look away as more of his skin was revealed.
He really was beautiful, even with his scars.
“For someone who chose this,” he growled, closing the distance until I was forced to tip my head back, “you’re fighting me every step of the way. So let me remind you of your place.”
His hand cupped my throat, thumb brushing against my pulse while his other hand ripped at my dress, the fabric tearing with little effort.
