Page 45 of Find Me
“You will give me the password,” he whispered, his voice rough with need. “And you will give methis.”
Her legs trembled, her back arching off the X and straining against the bindings, her moans becoming louder, more desperate. He added another finger, stretching her slowly. She tasted so good, so damn addicting. His tongue teased her clit as his fingers found her G-spot, causing her to cry out again.
Her inner walls squeezed around his fingers, her juices dripping down his hand. She was close, so close, and he wasn’t done yet. As she neared her peak, he backed away, leaving her panting and wanting more.
“Tell me the password,” he ordered.
She whimpered, her hips trying to find his fingers again, but he pulled them gently away.
“Tell me,” he growled, trailing kisses up her stomach and chest, nipping at her breasts.
She shook her head from side to side, eyes shut tight.
His nose buried in her neck, nuzzling her skin, he growled against her skin, “Tell me.”
“No,” she finally managed in a hoarse whisper.
Stepping back, he picked up the small vibrator. He went down to one knee in front of her. The vibrator hummed to life, and he spread her folds, placing the vibrator directly on her clit.
He said firmly, “You will give me what I want.”
Her hands fisted as he increased the speed. Her breath caught in her throat, and she gasped, eyes widening.
His rough hand roamed her body. He cupped her breast, teasing her nipple between his thumbs and forefingers, making her arch into him. He pressed harder against her clit with the vibrator, and she let out a scream.
Her gaze snapped to him and she spit out, “I. Won’t. Tell. You.”
He grinned at challenge at her words, knowing she had him by the balls regardless of this show. She did from day one.
Pressing the button on the vibrator, making it buzz more intensely, she cursed. She arched against the wood and threw her head back, screaming.
Only then did he turn it up to full speed, and she went wild beneath his touch, thrashing against the bindings.
He slid his finger inside her, finding her tight and soaking wet. He slipped in another, and thrust his fingers, once, twice, and her breath hitched, inners walls clamped against his fingers. And as she fell into the pleasure, he yanked his fingers out and released her from the vibrator.
She cursed at him, repeated expletives that made him chuckle.
“Let’s try this again,” he told her, placing the vibrator back onto the tray, before turning back to her. “Tell me the password.”
She panted, finally opened her eyes, revealing uncontrolled lust burning in their depths. “It’s 123456789...”
He snorted but didn’t move away. Instead, he kissed her neck and nibbled down to her collarbone, and cupped her pussy, as she ground against his hand. “That’s not going to work,” he said. “Give me another one.”
She shivered under his touch, her body still humming with pleasure. “I... I don’t know any others.”
Hawke lifted his head to look her in the eye. “Lie.” He turned to the tray, taking his cock out, and sheathed himself.
When he returned to her, he didn’t hesitate. He grabbed her hips and entered her in one swift stroke, groaning against the tightness. She buckled under the intensity of the sensation, her back arching off the X as he thrust hard and deep, claiming her. Her sounds of pleasure echoed through the room, drowning out the murmurs from the crowd.
She surrendered completely to him, and he fucking relished every moment. He pumped in and out of her, each stroke deeper and harder, driving her closer to the edge. She whimpered, pleading for more as he pinched her swollen bud.
Her eyes shot wide open—her pussy clamping against him, signaling her impending orgasm. Again, he yanked himself out of her, and she screamed in frustration.
He grabbed her chin and snarled, “I can end this. Right now. Tell me the fucking password.”
When she didn’t reply, he captured her lips in a soul-searing kiss.
Her breath came out in rough pants when he backed away and ordered, “Tell me.”
