Page 122 of The Night Shift
“Use your words, Holly.” His voice vibrates against my skin. “Tell me what you want.”
I’m going to kill him so hard after he makes me come. “I-I…”
A hard smack against my tits. “I don’t have all night. Hurry up and tell me what you want from me.” He pinches my nipple again. Hard. “Fucking demand it.”
The jolt of pleasure elicits a half cry, half moan from my throat.Oh. God. “I-I want you to…”
“Keep going.”
“Fuck me.”
“Where?” His mouth closes over my nipple, sucking it into his warm, wet mouth. “Against this wall?” He moves to my other nipple and the cool air in the room makes my tits even harder. “Or straddling me on that operating table like a good obedient slut?”
I try to ignore the heat those words send pulsing between my legs. I try to focus on my anger, my hatred. It should be easy. But then I feel him push my panties to the side, one long index finger sliding inside my pussy with such ease that it’s almost embarrassing. My fingers tighten in his hair.
“You’re so wet, Holly. So fucking wet and slick. Does that feel good? Do you like that? Do you like when I touch you there?”
The only answer I give him is a soft whimper as I close my eyes. His finger pushes up inside me, opening me and then sliding back out. Over and over again until I can’t take it anymore. I need more. God, I need so much more. “More…”
“What was that?” He adds in a second finger.
I try to keep quiet and my expression stern, but the second his thumb finds my clit I can’t help the moan that falls from my lips.Oh, my fucking god.
“Louder. What do you want, Holly?”
“For you to shut the fuck up and keep going — fuck!”
Theo’s palm lands on my clit with a loud slap. “Talk to me that way again and I’m going to leave you here to come on your own fingers.”
“Thathurt,” I lie.
“And it’ll hurt even more if you don’t start behaving andtell mewhat you want.”
“Go to hell.”
Another slap and I let out a yelp of surprise. “Yeah? You like this, don’t you? Having your clit slapped and spoken down to by me?” He plunges two fingers inside me.Oh, god fuck! “Mmhm, such a sweet cunt. So ready to come for me, isn’t it?”
He picks up the pace and it feels as if all the air from my lungs is being siphoned out of me. My knees start to give out, my legs turning to jelly. I bite back a plea and lean back against the wall for support.
“Beg me to fuck you.”
“Never,” I say, desperately trying to rock into his fingers. He thrusts another finger inside me. In, out, in, out, faster and faster until a hot, tingling sensation gathers at the bottom of my spine. His other hand reaches up to pinch my nipple. I’m wound so impossibly tight. So impossibly close. Right there. Fuck, I’m going to —
He pulls both his hands away.
No!
I collapse against his chest, frustration bubbling up inside me, my breath shaky as I glare up at him, seething. “I am going to make you bleed.”
Grinning he licks his fingers clean. “I’m counting on it.”
Before I can make good on my threat, he lifts me up with one hand. I instinctively wrap both my legs around him, holding on. With his free hand, he pulls my scalpel from his pant pocket, the gleaming steel catching the dim light.
“Open,” he orders and shoves the hilt of the blade between my teeth. “Mm, my gorgeous, brilliant killer.” He lowers himself onto the operating table, over his laid-out coat, and makes me straddle him. One hand pinning my wrists behind my back,making me arch into his chest while the other reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a condom.
Unable to speak, I arch an eyebrow.
Theo just shrugs. “What? I’m allowed to have a shovel in the trunk of my car, but a condom in my pocket is too much?” He tears open the packet with his teeth and uses the same hand to unbuckle his pants. His cock springs out, long and thick and hard, the swollen head dripping with pre-cum.
