Page 40 of Pretty Little Prey
“Watch my hand on my dick, Princess.” He grasped himself, letting out a little hiss at his firm grip, and slowly stroked from the base to the sensitive, leaky tip. “You liked watching me before.”
Yeah, when she was allowed to touch herself in private and not reveal to him how attractive she found him.
Still, her gaze locked onto his hand. He jerked his cock over her, taking his time as if the appendage wasn’t red and engorged from not coming earlier. Instead of the angry, fast strokes she had witnessed from him, he now touched himself with a sense of leisure. Patient pleasure instead of anger.
As if touching himself in her presence made the act more enjoyable.
He sucked his bottom lip while he dragged his dominating gaze down her delicate neck, down her chest, to focus on the wetness between her legs. “You have the perfect body, Princess. Do you know that?”
She rolled her eyes, unable to help herself. She had been on the run for years. She was too thin. Very little curves—hardly any, if she was honest with herself. It was the life she had to live—not enough money for three meals a day.
“You don’t believe me?” he asked, still slowly stroking his cock in her direction, right between her legs, at the end of the bed.
“Is there a point you’re trying to make?” she asked, her voice defensive.
“There’s only onepointhere.” Bastille smirked at his erection. The basilisk was capable of jokes? “And it seems to be pointed right at you.”
She swallowed again, trying and failing not to look at him as he pleasured himself.
His palm performed a twisting motion on the tip of his shaft, and his stomach muscles twitched at whatever sensation it caused.
A low grunt fell from his mouth. “Touch yourself for me,” he said as he pumped.
She exhaled and gasped at the same time, resulting in a “puh” sound.
“You clearly liked watching me jerk off. You came. Why not again?” He waited before adding, “Touch yourself. Pet that pretty pussy for me, and you will be rewarded.”
Chapter 16
“Touch yourself. Pet that pretty pussy for me.”
A squeaking noise came from her as her body shuddered on the bed. His dirty words snaked through the air and invisibly caressed right between her legs.
He moved closer to her, allowing his legs to brush against the end of the mattress. His hand moved over his cock in even, jerking motions. “I want to watch you tease your little clit.”
She took in a deep breath, trying not to obey even as her hand sunk toward the junction of her thighs. She felt dizzy, though she laid down. Something about the powerful basilisk shifter unnerved her and unleashed something in her she had never experienced. Something dark, raw, ancient, twisted…and so damn sensual.
Her hand jerked closer to her aching core again.
“That’s it,” he cooed. “Touch yourself for me. Show me how you get yourself off.”
She blamed her prey instincts for her helplessness in obeying him.
She barely held in a moan as her fingers slowly moved to her throbbing wetness. Even fresh off an orgasm, her body wanted more. Her sex drive lit up within seconds, her pussy begging for his thick cock. Hot pulses and tingles overrode her brain. Her eyelids drifted to half-mast as she skimmed her fingers over herself.
“That’s it,” he purred his approval. “Good girl.”
“Mmmm.”
“Fuck, I love the sounds you make,” Bastille cursed, stroking himself faster as he watched her fingers move more fervently between her legs. “Rub it good, baby. Tease it. Tell me how good it feels.”
“Bastille,” she cried out as her fingers spun around her pulsing bundle of nerves at the top of her slit. Her pussy convulsed before a new rush of wetness slickened her between her legs. Gods, she was just sowet. He made her this way. Inexplicably. Undeniably.
Her back arched as she inserted a finger while continuing to manipulate her clit the way her body wept for her to do. Bastille’s jaw ticked at her passionate gasp, the muscles in his neck straining as if he struggled to control himself.
“Is your pussy nice and wet for me, lamb?” His voice rolled out so low, it rivaled gravity for what it was capable of pulling down with it. His green eyes were ablaze with lust as his hand blurred on his cock, gliding in fits of frantic speed. “I can hear the slick sounds of your fingers moving on it. Fuck, that’s so sexy.”
“Bas…” She whimpered as she felt his free hand clamp around her left ankle. His touch just made her body tremble for more. More of his dirty words and commands. More touch. More pleasure.More.
