“Not what?”he interrupts darkly, his finger stroking slow, deliberate circles over my clit before dipping lower.“Not dripping for me right now?Liar.”
“Go to hell,” I grit out as he pushes one finger inside me, curling just enough to make my hips jerk.
He groans low in his chest.“Tight as sin.You can talk all the shit you want, Eve, but your cunt’s clutching me like it never wants to let go.”
“Don’t flatter yourself.”My voice breaks on a moan, but I lift my chin stubbornly, even as he thrusts deeper, steady, unrelenting.
“Flatter myself?”His mouth crashes to mine, swallowing my defiance in a kiss that’s rough and filthy, his tongue as demanding as his hand.He breaks away, breathing hard.“You’re fucking soaked around my finger.That’s not flattery, Princess.That’s proof.”
I arch up despite myself, chasing the curl of his hand when he brushes that spot inside me again, electric heat tearing through me.
“Say you don’t want this,” he challenges, sliding in a second finger, stretching me.“Say it while I’ve got you writhing on my hand.”
A strangled sound rips out of me, half curse, half moan, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction.“You’re insufferable.”
“And you’re trembling for me,” he fires back, twisting his fingers until my thighs fall open against my will.“Such a mouth on you, but your body’s begging for more.”When he adds a third finger, my sharp retort breaks into a cry.I bite my lip hard, refusing to cry out his name even as the stretch burns into unbearable pleasure.
“Take it,” he growls, watching me closely.“That’s it.Open up for me, Eve.Be as stubborn as you want.Your body already knows who it belongs to.”
My nails rake down his back, not gentle, and I spit out between ragged breaths, “I don’t belong to anyone.”
He thrusts deep, curling hard, making my vision blur.“We’ll see about that.”
His words are a promise, dark and rough, as his hand drives deeper, faster.The wet sounds between us are obscene, echoing in the quiet of the room as his thumb grinds down on my clit with merciless precision.
“Fuck—” The word tears from me, strangled, as my hips buck against his palm, chasing him even while I shake my head.
“That’s it,” he growls, eyes locked on mine, daring me to look away.“You fight me with your mouth, but your body—” He twists his fingers, curling until I cry out.“—Your body begs me to keep going.”
I grip his shoulders hard enough to leave marks, digging in, trying to ground myself against the heat ripping through me.“You think you’ve won,” I manage, breath hitching.
His grin is wicked.“I know I have.”
Then he presses in a fourth finger.The stretch is brutal, my body clenching tight around him, a shocked gasp breaking free even as I bite down hard on my lip.He doesn’t retreat.He holds steady, filling me wide, his thumb never letting up its ruthless circles on my clit.
“Tell me I’ve won,” he hisses, thrusting faster, thumb grinding harder against my clit.I choke on another moan, my nails raking down his back, desperate.My body is shuddering, straining, ready to snap, but my mouth refuses to give him what he wants.
His lips brush my ear, his voice a dark, hungry promise.“Fine.Don’t say it.I’ll make you scream it instead.”His fingers thrust deeper, curling harder.My cry rips out before I can stop it, my body writhing under his hand.
“Take it, Princess,” he orders, his jaw clenched, his eyes dark with hunger.“Take everything I give you.You’re so goddamn perfect like this.”
I try to twist away, but he pins me down with the weight of his body, forcing me to meet his rhythm as his hand begins to move again, thrusting me open.The burn melts into unbearable pleasure, ripping another cry from my throat.
“Say you don’t want it,” he challenges, his voice rough, taunting.“Say it while I’ve got four fingers buried in you.”
I choke on a moan, shaking my head, nails raking his skin in defiance.“You don’t get to own me.”
His mouth crashes to mine, kissing me hard, biting at my bottom lip before breaking away, his breath harsh against my cheek.“Then why are you dripping down my hand, Eve?Why are you shaking like you’re about to come apart?”
His thrusts get harder, faster, relentless, until I can’t hold back the sounds tearing from my throat.My body bows beneath him, my thighs quivering, the wet slide of his hand merciless.
“You feel that?”he rasps, curling deep, hitting the spot that makes me lose my grasp on reality.“That’s me wrecking you from the inside.That’s me proving you wrong.”
And when he twists his hand, stretching me wide, his thumb grinding faster against my clit, I moan—raw, helpless, broken open under him.My orgasm tears out of me, my back bowing with the force of it.
As the aftershocks ripple through me, my body trembles, every nerve ending buzzing.I want to push him away, to catch my breath, but instead I find myself arching into him, greedy for more.
No one has ever made me feel like this.Not once.Not this undone, not this stripped bare.And a terrifying thought claws through me: why am I fighting him so hard when I’m the one unraveling for him?Why am I refusing what I so clearly want?
