Total pages in book: 187
Estimated words: 184867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 924(@200wpm)___ 739(@250wpm)___ 616(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 184867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 924(@200wpm)___ 739(@250wpm)___ 616(@300wpm)
“You won’t need those anymore,” I say, her eyes boring a hole into my head. “Ever again.”
Her eyes widen. “What?”
“You heard me,” I say. “You won’t wear these again.”
“Like you get to make that decision.” She scoffs.
I slide the knife across her lips and her cheeks and watch them puff with repressed anger. “Yes. Or has my knife not made that clear yet?”
She sucks in a ragged breath through her nose but doesn’t respond.
Good. It’s about time she learned to behave.
I pull back the knife and place it on the tub’s rim, just out of reach of her feet so she doesn’t get any ideas.
My hand slides across her mound, and she shudders in place, then jerks the shower hose once more. “That’s not going to work, little slut.”
“Don’t call me that!” she hisses.
When the pad of my thumb slides across her nub, she slams her lips shut to stop the moan from slipping out, but I saw. I definitely fucking saw.
“Because you don’t like it?” I say, rolling my thumb around until her cheeks start to flush. “Or because it makes you feel like you want to submit?”
“Not a chance,” she spits, her thighs flexing when I run my fingers along the inside.
But she’s already dripping, and when I dip my thumb into her wetness, she definitely struggles to maintain her composure.
This is why she’s been chasing us despite knowing exactly what she saw.
She likes the danger. The thrill of getting hurt.
I push up her skirt until it reaches right above her mound, licking my lips at the sight, the memory of the night I watched her play with herself flickering through my mind.
“Don’t look at me like that,” she says.
“I like to look at you,” I respond, and her eyes find mine in the dark. “I enjoy watching you—”
“Suffer?” she interjects.
I bite my lip. “Beg.”
“Never.”
The corner of my lip tips up, and I run my thumb across her slit to see her squirm in place. “We’ll see about that.”
“Do you do this to everyone you’ve barely met?” she retorts. “Tie them up in a bathtub?”
I smirk. “No, just you.”
She shudders in place as I slide up and down her slit, spreading her wetness all over.
“Did Ares touch you like this?” I ask.
“You saw him?” she rebukes.
“Oh yes,” I groan, picturing his hard-on poking her in the ass. “I saw you too, writhing on his lap, desperate to come.”
“He forced me,” she responds.
I throw her a glare. “You begged for him, and you will beg for me.”
She scowls, visibly struggling with how good my thumb feels on her wetness. “How long are you going to keep this up?”
I watch her tense from my touch. “Forever if I must.”
“Why? To get a point across? To get a rise out of me?”
I lick my lips. “The only thing rising here will be my cock.”
Her cheeks turn bright red. “Ridiculous. My mom is downstairs. She’ll check on us at any moment now.”
“Then you’d better not make me wait long,” I say.
I circle around with my thumb achingly slow until she slowly begins to understand we’re not going anywhere.
“Why are you doing this? Just to punish me?”
She made her decision when she repeatedly denied me and told me she wouldn’t get her mother to back off. This is her fault, and now I’ll force her to face the consequences.
“I gave you a choice,” I growl back, swatting her legs open when she tries to close them on me. “You chose wrong.”
When she tries to kick me again, I grip her leg tightly until my fingers dig in, and I bring my lips down to her ankle and press a delicate kiss onto her skin. She wriggles in the constraints, her body slowly erupting into goose bumps as I go higher and higher … and higher up her silky smooth legs.
“Did you think of him while you played with yourself?” I ask, dragging my piercing along her skin. “Did you imagine it was his hands touching you?”
“If I’d known you were behind my window, I would’ve never done that. You watched me like a creep,” she says, struggling to breathe through what I’m doing.
She’s still pretending my touches do nothing to her.
Pity for her, I see right through that lie too.
“You watched us,” I muse, throwing her a devious glance as I lick her skin and circle around between her legs. “It’s only fair I watch you too.”
Her lips part. “That was diff—”
I put one finger against my lips and press my other hand back onto her pussy to play with her while watching her try so hard to resist the building arousal in her body.
“You’re going to give me everything he gave you,” I say, biting my lip when she begins to throb under my touch. “And then you’re going to watch me do the same.”