Page 132 of Stolen Fate

I waited for her nod, before leaning down and taking her once more. She moved her hips, pushing against me before pulling away, and I wrapped my arms around her, pressing my palms against her soft stomach, holding her still for me.

Her whimpers quickly turned into loud moans. It sounded like music to my ears.

I hummed around her and entered my tongue inside before moving up and sucking on her clit. “Jace!” she yelled, and when I felt the beginning of another orgasm, I pulled away and rubbed my palm over her sex, moving around in circles, driving her completely over the edge, before I fucked her with my fingers once more, prolonging her pleasure.

Beautiful.

She was so fucking beautiful when she came, and I couldn’t get enough.

I felt the car roll to a stop just as she came back down, her hair clinging to her sweaty forehead.

I watched her tits move in and out with every breath, and I almost didn’t want to leave the car. But I knew we had to. I really needed to fuck her, and I wouldn’t do that until she was back in my room, on my bed, wearing nothing but those killer heels.

I pressed on the intercom to Jerry. “You don’t have to get out. I got this.”

“Very good, Mr. Reed,” he replied quickly.

I looked toward Evelyn and found her blushing. “You don’t think he heard me, do you?”

I worked hard to hide my grin. She was loud enough that someone outside the car could have heard her. “Probably not,” I answered seriously.

She nodded. “Oh, good.”

I smiled then, unable to help myself. She really was too adorable for her own good.

I untied her and helped her fix her dress before pocketing her ripped thong. Evelyn watched as I did it, and when I turned to look at her, she looked away quickly with embarrassment.

“Come, love. We’re not done.”

Her breath caught. “No?”

“No.” I opened the door and motioned for her to climb out, keeping my hands on her hips to steady her before climbing out after her. Grabbing hold of her hand, I led her to the house, moving quickly until we reached the bedroom. “I’m going to let Ms. Bennett know we’re home and check on Elliot really quickly. I want you naked and lying on my bed in only your heels by the time I get back.”

Leaning down, I kissed the corner of her lips and, ignoring her shocked look, turned her around and gently pushed her inside my room. “Go, Evelyn. Because if you’re still in that dress when I get back, I’ll punish you for it.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and turned around to glare at me. I bit my bottom lip to keep from grinning. Like a little tiger cub letting out a roar for the first time. “Punish me how?”

“Oh, there are a lot of ways I can punish you. I can withhold orgasms, for example.”

She gasped, and I lost the will and smiled then. “You wouldn’t do that!”

“You’re right. I like making you come too much to withhold it. At least, not tonight. A spanking then?”

She tried to look outraged at that, but I could tell by the look on her face that she was intrigued. Interesting.

Maybe I will spank her no matter what. “Go, baby. Get ready. I’ll be right back.”

I turned around before she could say anymore and walked away.

It took me fifteen minutes before I could get back to my room. Ms. Bennett was on her way home—Jerry was driving her—the house was empty, and Elliot was still sleeping soundly in his room.

I made my way to the room quietly, and when I opened the door, the sight that greeted me nearly drove me over the edge.

There is never a more beautiful sight than the woman you loved lying naked on your bed in fuck-me heels, being so perfectly obedient. All I wanted to do was consume her whole.

I closed the door behind me and watched as she moved her gaze over to me, lust and nervousness waging a war in her big brown eyes. I liked… no, I loved the look in her eyes.

I loved making her nervous.

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