Page 67 of Stolen

But the pessimist in me was no fool, because as his hands released my jaw so they could capture my knees, I knew now would be the time for his true reward for his discretionary kindness.

Like a man trained in sexual torture, he slowly walked his fingers along the inside of my thighs, enticing my nerve endings and putting my heart into overdrive.

“You’re so pale, you know,” he said softly. “It’s almost concerning.”

He was lighting my skin on fire with those whisper touches. My senses were so hyper aware of his presence and what he was doing to me, it was difficult to concentrate on anything else. But I managed to recognize that he’d spoken.

“No sunlight,” I answered.

Controlling my breathing to prevent my breasts from rising too often was a demand I could barely meet until I decided it was far easier to just stop breathing entirely.

Eventually, his fingers found their way to my swollen slit, my horrifying shame beginning to coat the tips of his fingers as he pressed past my tender flesh. His quiet chuckle of triumph had me clenching my fists to prevent them from annihilating his face, a challenge I could feel myself losing.

Gently stroking my clit, he played between the slickening folds of my pussy, making a complete mockery of my sexual self-control. My humiliation only increased when I realized I was starting to pant from the tension building inside me.

Why? Why was he doing this to me?!

“You’re such a good girl today,” he praised with clear amusement.

On the brink of another disastrous display of pleasure, he withdrew his hand, causing my body to shudder at the sudden loss. He then placed his slickened fingers into his mouth, moaning in delight as he sucked them clean of me.

Jesus fucking Christ.

“Delicious as always,” he murmured, the deviousness in his eyes making all my hairs stand on end.

Choke on it.

“What did you just say?”

I felt my blood freeze in my veins. No way was I that stupid. Did I seriously just say that out loud?

His gaze turned menacing as he glared down at me, his hand suddenly striking out to grip my throat and yank me forward.

“I asked you a question,” he growled, making my stomach shrivel into a little ball.

I had no excuse, absolutely zero defense, so I just said the first stupid thing that came to my mind.

“Whoops,” I groaned.

And then he smiled down at me like the cat who’d finally cornered its prey.

“Took you long enough.”

Panic flooded my body as he ripped me from the top of the desk to the floor, roughly pushing me onto my knees.

“I’ll give you something to choke on,” he sneered, yanking my hair up to curl around his fist in a painful grip. I hissed internally as he pulled me closer to his body, that horrifying smile of victory on his mouth making my stomach clench with rage.

While I resisted the urge to pull away and fight, he managed to distract me from my impulses with his thumb gently caressing the side of my face again. Tender and rough at the same time. What an odd contradiction.

Maintaining his gaze, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, revealing the massive erection he was currently sporting. Jesus, I knew he felt huge inside me but seeing it now had my jaw clenching in trepidation.

“Let’s see if that pretty, smart mouth of yours can take it as well as your perfect little pussy can,” he challenged darkly. “Open your mouth.”

Pushing my hair behind my head, his hands moved to cradle my face, thumbs resting just under my eyes. The warning pressure of his grasp on my face compelled my mouth to slacken, my lips parting as he pulled me closer.

“Bite me and my thumbs will gouge out these pretty eyes of yours before you can even finish attempting that stupidity. Do you understand?”

The threat hit its mark. As much as I wanted to destroy the fuck out of his dick until it was nothing but a bloody bundle of mush, I preferred my eyes right where they were. I had no doubt he’d succeed faster than I would.

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