Page 88 of Indulge
The air is suffocating. Her body molds against mine like the missing piece of the puzzle I didn’t know I was looking for.
I lean close, my voice rough against her ear. “Look at me.”
Her gaze meets mine, and it’s over.
The fight drains out of her, leaving nothing but want.
“You wanted to see what losing control looks like,” I rasp. “This is it.”
My thumb grazes her lips, and she opens for me on instinct. The smallest sound escapes her, and it ruins me.
Everything in me that’s been locked away, every ounce of restraint, every mask I’ve worn. It shatters.
I kiss her again, slower now. Possessive. All the anger and hunger I’ve been hiding spilling into the way I move, the way I touch, the way she breathes my name like it’s a prayer.
Her hands grip my shirt, her body trembling, and I know she can feel the shift.
That this isn’t just about control anymore. It’s about her willingly giving herself to me.
When I pull back, her lips are swollen, her eyes glassy. She looks utterly wrecked.
And I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
I drag my thumb along her jaw, forcing my voice to stay steady even though I’m barely holding it together.
“Next time, Bella,” I whisper, “you don’t get to move unless I move you.”
She exhales and I rest my forehead against hers, letting her catch her breath.
For a second, the noise in my head fades.
For a second, I let her see the man beneath the mask.
Then I pull back, smirking to cover the slip.
“Now be a good girl and sit back in your seat,” I say softly.
“That’s it?” she whispers, her voice breaking.
I chuckle, stroking her cheek.
“That was merely a taste of submission.”
I dip my hand under her dress, brushing my fingers against her bare pussy.
“And you are fuckin’ soaked.”
I push two fingers inside of her and she lets out a cry.
“So responsive, aren’t you?”
Pulling them out, I tighten my grip around her throat as I suck them clean.
“Taste fuckin’ divine. To die for.”
I pull her in, slamming my lips over hers.
“Reggie,” she pants, grinding her hips over my cock.
