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“You know why. We have groundwork to do before we leak the story about your egg and sperm donors’ deaths,” I rasp, my dick so hard all it would take is a grind of my hips and I could be inside her.
“I want you,” she begs.
Clenching my eyes tightly shut, I jam my teeth down onto my bottom lip, hoping that the bite of pain will distract me, but it doesn’t.
“Fuck me, Hawthorn. Please,” she begs, parting her legs and rolling forward until the head of my dick slides toward her sex, the wetness of her arousal costing my sensitive tip.
I want to. Fuck, I want to so bad, but I can’t, so instead I slide my hand free of her breast and curl it over the swell of her ass, pushing her leg up, and opening her wider as I part her folds and slide two fingers deep inside of her.
Gasping, her fingers grasp the comforter as I pump slowly in and out of her pussy, loving how her muscles instantly clamp down, trying to keep me inside of her.
“So tight,” I praise, urging her to arch forward a little as I find her G-spot and rub it, my dick twitching when a gush of her arousal slides down my hand.
“I want your dick, I want you to fuck me,” she pants, her chest heaving up and down.
“You get what I give you, and I want to finger fuck you until you scream,” I rasp against her ear, parting her ass cheeks with my free hand and rubbing my thumb over her asshole.
“Hawthorn,” she says shakily.
“Do you trust me, Penelope?”
A breathy moan falls from her parted lips, and she nods. “Yes.”
Sliding my thumb down to her soaked sex, I dip it into her alongside my fingers, coating my skin in her cream before trailing it back up to her ass and pressing it against her tight hole. She tenses on instinct, but I keep the pressure against the ring of muscles as I fuck her pussy with my fingers. When she relaxes, my thumb slips into her ass, and I still, waiting for her reaction.
“It burns,” she whines, moving away from my touch for the very first time.
“Only for a second. Can you take it for me? Can you take my thumb in your ass while I make you come with my fingers?” I purr against her ear, my voice laced with want.
She doesn’t speak, and I freeze. If she tells me to stop, I will. I don’t ever want to trigger her and taint this incredible connection we share by pushing her beyond what she’s comfortable with.
“Don’t stop,” she whispers after a long second.
“Ask me,” I taunt, my controlling nature surging to the surface and demanding compliance.
“Please don’t stop.”
“What do you want me to do, Princess? I want to hear the words.”
She pauses, and I can almost hear her swallowing before she whispers, “I want you to put your thumb in my ass while you make me come with your fingers.”
Curling my fingers, I rub at the spot inside of her that makes her moan wantonly, then I slowly push my thumb all the way inside of her. “Such a good girl. The next time I fuck you, I’m going to bend you over and fill your pussy with my cock while I fuck your ass with my fingers, and you’re going to love it. You’ll beg me to fuck you harder, you’ll beg for more.”
Mewling cries fall from her lips as she moves against my fingers, riding my hand until she’s gasping and shaking. When her orgasm finally hits, she screams my name, and those three little words form silently on my lips once again.
28
PENELOPE
Staring at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I lean in close and try to see the difference in me. I feel different, so it should be reflected in the way I look, right?
Being here with Hawthorn is odd. He calls this place home, but it’s not my home; it’s not his home either, it’s a boat. His family owns a large estate, but he’s never taken me there, he’s never taken me anywhere. He won’t have sex with me because he says he needs me to understand that this thing that’s happening between us is about more than just sex. He says that he wants me to claim him back, to be all in, but I’m not sure I even know what that means.
I know I like Hawthorn. He sees me in a way no one else ever has. He doesn’t know all the ugly details, but he sees how messed up I am. He knows I’m evil, he knows I’ve done too many bad things to list, but he still wants me. Sometimes I worry that he’s overlooking all of my sins, but then he calls me his Princess and I hope that maybe he just sees something beneath how bad I am. Something worth saving.
He sees when I’m struggling, and he helps me. Sometimes it’s by calling me on my shit, other times it’s by taking over and telling me what to do. But no matter how crazy I feel, he helps me and I don’t understand why.
A few weeks ago, I thought he was my sister’s. Now I know he’s at least a little bit mine.
