Page 78 of Tall, Royal Hater
“Look at you,” he whispered more to himself than to me. “Just fucking look at you.”
I felt the words in my stomach, and they were the last push I needed. I squeezed my eyes shut as my pleasure rose to the peak of a roller coaster just before the sudden, overwhelming drop.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chanted, following the breathless words with a pained whine, but—
His fingers pulled out with a slick sound.
Everything around me went still. All except for the noise of blood and my heartbeat in my ear.
My insides clenched and throbbed around nothing.
The white edging my vision dissipated, leaving me in bitter darkness.
The roller coaster holding the train of my orgasm collapsed at the structure.
Confusion and disappointment warred on my brows before finally, my lashes flew up to find out what had gone wrong.
Smug, arrogant power swam in the slither of pale green left in Shehryar’s eyes as he stared at me, breathing in my fluster and turmoil and growing wider and taller with pride.
“What’s wrong?” he purred quietly. “Didn’t you come?”
My lashes fluttered as he dragged his hand out from under my skirt.
“But that’s right.” He lifted his hand up to our faces, spreading his fingers and showing off the creamed wetness coating his middle and third finger. “You said Icouldn’tmake you come.”
A slow rise of rage climbed up inside me, sticking an icepick into each of my ribs.
He’d brought me to the edge just to fucking deny me.To prove my point. Literally.
He swiped the back of his slick fingers across my lips, painting them in my wetness, and his heavy-lidded eyes watched, completely entrapped. I jerked my head away angrily, but his other hand was still wrapped around my throat, refusing to let me go anywhere.
“You’re a fucking—” But I quickly pressed my jaws together, locking my fury behind my teeth.
“I’ll let you come, but—”
“I’d rather eat shit than beg you for an orgasm,” I spat out immediately.
I wanted to gouge his eyes out when his kiss-stung lips spread into an arrogant smirk. “Don’t worry,” he purred. “I won’t make you beg for one.” He dropped his head closer. “But I’ll have you begging me to stop giving you so many.” His thumb pushed up under my chin, forcing my face higher. “If you can behave for the rest of the night, I’ll show you what I mean.”
He rubbed my wetness into my lips once more. “I’ll be your Daddy, little menace.”
And then he pressed his mouth to mine and licked my juices from my lips. He groaned deeply.
I lurched in raw frustration, but he was already off me, his hand gone from my throat, his heat no longer stroking my skin. His eyes trailed down my body in a once-over and then he turned away.
Without a sideways glance, he climbed up the stairs.
I watched him suck on his fingers that had been inside me until he disappeared out of sight.
And I just stood there. My underwear halfway down my thighs, seething, left wanting, curious, aching, spiteful, and embarrassed. Humiliated. Craving more at his hands.
I wanted to rip him apart. But I wanted him to finish ripping me apart first.
I wanted revenge.And I was going to get it.
He might’ve started this. But I was going to finish it.
I was going to finish,full stop.
