Page 30 of Brutal Union
I shift on the couch, tucking my feet beneath me as I feel the familiar ache between my legs. “You’ve seen it before,” I murmur, my fingers brushing over the hem of my white T-shirt. “White T-shirt. No bra. Bare legs. Knife on the table. My thighs?—”
“Pressed together,” he finishes, his tone smug. “Because of me.”
A flush rises to my cheeks, and I hate how right he is. My thighs are pressed together, the tension building with every word he speaks. “You sound awfully confident,” I say, my voice sweet but sharp, “for someone who was crying on tape.”
“I wasn’t crying,” he says, a little too quickly. “I was on the verge of blacking out from all the edging you were doing.”
I bark out a laugh, but it doesn’t stop the ache growing between my legs. My fingers trail lower, brushing over the sensitive skin just above my knee. “Is that so?” I tease, my voice dripping with mock innocence. “Because from where I’m sitting, it looked like you were begging for mercy.”
“Mercy?” Sho scoffs, his voice darkening. “You don’t know the meaning of the word.”
I can feel the heat radiating from his words, and it only makes me want to push him further. My fingers dip between my thighs, brushing over the damp fabric of my panties. “Maybe not,” I admit, my voice trembling slightly. “But I do know how to make you scream.”
There’s a sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line, and I can’t help but smile. “Is that a challenge?” he asks, his voice low and dangerous.
“It’s a promise,” I reply, my fingers slipping beneath the waistband of my panties. The moment my fingertips brush against my slick folds, a soft moan escapes my lips.
“Fuck,” Sho growls, his voice rough with desire. “I can hear you, Nadia. Every little sound you make.”
My breath hitches as I slide a finger inside myself, the sensation sending a wave of pleasure through my body. “Good,” I whisper, my voice trembling with need.
“Tell me what you’re doing,” he demands, his voice thick with lust.
I close my eyes, focusing on the way my body responds to his words. “I’m touching myself,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. “Thinking about you.”
“What about me?” he presses, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.
“Your hands,” I breathe, my fingers moving faster now. “Your mouth. The way you taste.”
“And what else?” he asks, his voice dropping even lower.
I slide my fingers out of me, slick and glistening, and bring them to my mouth, tasting myself as I whisper, “I want you to fuck me, Sho. Hard and deep, just like this.” My voice is low, trembling with need, and I can hear the sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line.
“I’ll make you feel every inch, Nadia,” he growls, his voice thick with desire. “Every thrust, every fucking inch of me inside of you, making you scream for more.”
My body shudders at his words, my thighs pressing together instinctively as if he’s already there, already filling me. I let out a soft moan, my fingers trailing back down to my core, circling my clit in a teasing figure eight with just the right amount of pressure. “Tell me how you’d do it,” I breathe, my voice barely audible. “Tell me how you’d take me.”
There’s a pause, and I can almost see the smirk on his face, the way his dark eyes would gleam with that predatory intensity. “First,” he begins, his tone dripping with authority, “I’d pin you down. Your wrists above your head, my weight holding you in place. You’d struggle, but we both know you love it when I’m in control.”
“Not as much as you like me in control.” A whimper escapes my lips as I imagine his weight pressing me into the mattress. “And then?” I ask, my voice trembling with anticipation.
“That’s for round two, dirty girl.” He teases, and my back arches as my thumb rolls over my clit.
“But right now, I am going to take my time,” he continues, his words sending shivers down my spine. “My lips suck those perfect pink nipples, my teeth grazing them just a little before I bite down. I’d tease you with one finger…but that’s not enough for you, is it Hime?”
“Sho,” I moan, my fingers moving faster now as the pressure builds inside me.
“Nah, a dirty slut like you” he growls, his voice dark and possessive. “Needs at least three fingers in that greedy little pussy. Don’t you?”
A moan rolls through me, and I am squirming against my fingers. My chest is tight like I can’t breathe. “Fuck me.”
“Not yet, pretty girl.” He chuckles. “I still haven’t tasted you.”
I whimper, my fingers slipping inside me again, curling just the way I know will make me gasp. “Yes,” I whisper, my hips arching off the couch as I imagine his hands on me, his body pressing me into the mattress.
“I kiss those pretty lips and taste my favorite fucking meal,” he continues, his voice dropping lower, rougher. “A sip of the nectar of the Gods.”
“Sho,” I moan, my fingers moving faster now, the wet sounds of my own arousal filling the room. “Please…”
