Page 63 of Nemesis
I didn’t immediately obey, contemplating the idea of being bound, and he arched a brow at my hesitation. He moved a hand to his belt, stepping closer in warning until I finally did as he said, lowering them at my sides.
The torn fabric fell down my arms and onto the floor, leaving me in nothing but the flimsy cotton shorts. The corners of his lips turned up at my obedience and that smile alone had more wetness pooling between my legs.
“Good,mi alma,” he whispered.
A weird sense of disappointment washed over me when he removed his hand from his belt, a regret that I didn’t push him further filling me. His gaze dropped to my breast and he lifted a hand, running his knuckles over the top of my breasts, forcing the fleeting thought away.
“These look delectable.”
My chest heaved under the hot glare of his stare. He pressed a kiss to my lips before moving away and dragging his mouth down my neck, his teeth nibbling and sucking on the skin.
The thought of him marking me, claiming ownership of my body sent a hot spear through my middle. My back arched in response,wantingandachingfor more.
Theo’s warm breath skated over my chest and I looked down at him through hooded eyes as he roughly cupped my breasts between his hands. He bent down to wrap his mouth around a puckered nipple and sucked fiercely on it. His tongue swirled around it before his teeth bit down on it.
Hard.
I sucked in a gasp, a whimper escaping my parted lips. My pussy clenched tight and my hands flew up to grab his hair, tugging at the roots to wrench him away, his onslaught on my oversensitive nipples beginning to be too much to handle.
He released my nipple with a pop and lifted his head to glare at me, the look on his face sending a thrill down my spine.
“Don’t you dare stop me. Now, put your hands back down,” he ordered.
I obeyed and he resumed his assault before repeating the same delectable torture on the other.
I was slowly getting used to the sensation, when his other hand trailed down my side, making its way between my clenched thighs.
“Spread your legs wider for me,” he commanded against the abused flesh of my breast, his hot breath tickling my skin, and I shuddered.
“Sofia, don’t make me repeat myself,” he added when I forgot to comply since I was too focused on the stimulation he was causing in my body.
My heart picked up, my breathing coming out a little quicker at the sound of his commanding voice. His display of dominance called to a deep part within me. I’d had to make decisions for myself for as long as I could remember, so following his commands felt like a reprieve.
But defiance was weaved deep in my nature.
“What if I don’t want to?”
I heard the sound before the sting registered. I gasped and my thighs trembled. I looked down, only to realize he’d slapped me rightthereover the thin fabric of my shorts.
“I already told you, I don’t like repeating myself.”
He delivered another slap, catching me off guard again as he bit down hard on my nipple. I yelped and a strangled sound left my lips, my legs falling open of their own accord.
“That’s it,mi alma. Look at you being such an obedient girl.”
He rested his forehead against mine and our gazes clashed right as his fingers slipped inside the front of my small sleep shorts, finding my pussy bare and ready for him.
He palmed it, then cupped me with a quiet groan. “Fuck me. No panties either… She’s gonna kill me,” he muttered to himself.
And then he was touching me, carving a maddeningly slow path between my folds, spreading my arousal all over my pussy. Everything around us faded, my attention solely focused on his touch, my gaze conveying the desperation I couldn't conceal anymore.
He let out a whimper as he teased my entrance.
“So fucking wet for me,” he said, dotting slow kisses down my temple toward my ear.
He kept brushing his fingers over my clit, but never long enough, making me writhe in desperation for more. I was about to protest, the anticipation getting to be too much, but the words died on my tongue when he finally pressed down on my clit.
“Oh God,” I whimpered in frustration when he didn’t move. I needed it, needed him.Now.
