Page 184 of Indulge
I move faster. Harder.
Her head tips back against the chair, hair spilling over the edge.
Her breathing fractures. A stifled moan breaks through before she bites it back.
My jaw tightens. I drag my thumb over her clit, pressing slow circles until she’s shaking.
Every muscle in her body goes taut.
The room feels like it’s holding its breath with her.
When her body starts to shudder, I stop. My fingers glisten as I pull them out, my own pulse wrecked.
Sliding them between her lips, she licks them clean with a grin.
“Always playing games,” she whispers.
I glance over at Rowan.
His jaw is locked, his eyes are wild.
He doesn’t move.
He doesn’t need to.
He knows exactly what I just did. Switching the rules. Using her need against her.
This is how I win. The way to get her to come the hardest. Edge her until she fucking cries for it.
She shifts in the chair, testing me.
“Who’s touching me?” she asks.
Silence answers her.
A slow smile curves her lips. “What’s the matter? Afraid I’ll know it’s you, Irish?”
Her tone cuts through me like a challenge.
She laughs. “That’s you, isn’t it? You can’t hide from me.”
I stand and slide my hand up her spine, not gentle. She arches under the touch, half defiance, half surrender.
I lean close enough for her to feel my breath against her ear.
She shivers.
Still grinning.
Still pushing.
“Say something,” she taunts. “Admit it’s you.”
The only thing between us is breath, hers quick and uneven, mine steady.
But inside I’m cracking. Just like I always am around her. I can’t help but admire how beautiful she is when she’s this vulnerable.
And how much she trusts us to be locked in here, allowing us to do this to her.
