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“Don’t call me that,” I grind out, wiggling to try and free myself from the trap he’s ensnared me in.
“You’re going to ride my fingers, Angel. You’re going to get off knowing it’s me that’s driving you wild.”
My eyes narrow in defiance, but there’s no denying the heat that burns between my legs. The truth is, I am aching for his touch, for the control he exerts over my body.
No. Not him. Not his touch, his control. I want Sir’s touch. It’s Sir I yearn to submit for.
“I’m not letting you go until you do.”
“Just this once,” I manage to say, my voice barely audible.
He chuckles against my ear, the sound sending shivers down my spine. “Once is all it will take, Angelica.”
His fingers slide between my folds, one by one, entering me with a gentle pressure, probing my wetness. I moan softly, unable to prevent the pleasurable sensation from escaping my lips. His fingers dance inside me, coaxing me closer and closer to the edge.
“That’s it, Angel,” he whispers, his breath hot against my skin. “Let go for me. Show Sir who owns you.”
“No,” I gasp, trying to pull away, but his grip tightens on my hips, holding me in place. I buck and twist, but it’s no use. His grip is ironclad. My body is rigid with stubborn refusal to fall apart for him, but his fingers continue their rhythm, driving me higher and higher until I can no longer resist the pleasure that builds within me.
“I hate you,” I grind out.
He laughs softly instead of replying and it just serves to drive my humiliation higher. My heart’s pounding, feeling like it will explode right out of my chest, but his fingers never stop. I tremble with the exertion of keeping my orgasm at bay.
I won’t give it to him. I can’t.
“I’m going to stop now, Angel. This has to be your choice. Ride my fingers ‘til you scream my name and I’ll let you go.”
He stills, keeping his promise and the minutes stretch in an agonising silence as neither of us move. His fingers remain buried deep inside of me, his thumb pushed up against my clit, and his other hand is still clamping my hip in place.
I groan, shifting slightly and becoming aware of the slick wetness between my thighs. Fuck. There’s no hiding this from him. If I close my eyes and think of Sir, maybe I could…
“Angel,” Lycus purrs in my ear. “I’m not going to let you forget it’s me you’re using.”
Damn it. Did he read my mind or just my body? I tense, but he just laughs. “I’ve got all night.”
I’m already so wet, my body already so onboard with all things Lycus, that the press of his thumb against my slick clit is mouth-wateringly good. Even the gentle throb of his pulse against my bundle of nerves keeps driving me closer to the edge. My hips twitch, butting me up against his hand, making me gasp.
I’m a fucking goner.
My hips begin to rotate in torturously slow circles and I bite my lip to keep my pitiful pants locked in. I don’t want to give Lycus the satisfaction, but who am I kidding?
He’s two fingers deep in my cunt and I’m practically gushing around him, so there’s no hiding what he’s doing to me.
I can feel his smirk. I just know he’s loving every minute of torturing me.
The tiny movements feel like tidal waves crashing over me, soaking me from head to toe, drowning me in pleasure that I have zero control over.
I’m tempest tossed and battered by the ocean of emotions Lycus is making me feel, but it’s lust, arousal, need that are battling their way to the surface, refusing to be dragged under by the riptide.
I’m so painfully close. Agonisingly aware of every millimetre of skin that is in contact with Lycus’. His lips are against the back of my neck, sending tingles right down my spine.
My toes curl. Oh fuck. Oh?—
“No!” I cry out, my body tensing as an orgasm washes over me. My hips buck, meeting his fingers with desperate intensity.
“Good girl,” Lycus growls, his voice rough with arousal. His fingers slide out of me, leaving me feeling hollow and needy.
ChapterTwenty-One
