Page 190 of Hunt You Down


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See proof that my body wants this even when my mind is still trying to resist.

"Tell me what you want," he commands softly.

"I don't?—"

His hands still completely. "Tell me, Eden. Or I stop touching you entirely. Your choice."

The threat works because it always works.

The idea of him stopping, of losing the pleasure, makes panic spike sharp through me.

"Please," I whisper.

"Please what? Be specific."

"Please don't stop."

"What do you want me to do? Where do you want me to touch you?"

I can't say it.

The words stick in my throat.

His hands pull away from my breasts. "Then I guess we're done."

"No!" The word bursts out desperate and needy before I can stop it. "Please, I—touch my breasts. Please touch my breasts."

"Better. But you can be more specific. How do you want me to touch them?"

My face burns hot enough that I can see the color in the mirror. "Squeeze them. Please squeeze my breasts."

"Good girl. See how easy that was?" His hands return to my breasts, squeezing gently through the lace. "What else do you want?"

"I—" I swallow hard. Force the words out. "Touch my nipples. Please."

He pinches my nipples through the lace, making me gasp. "Like this?"

"Yes. God, yes."

"Good. Now tell me where else you want to be touched."

His hand slides down my stomach, stopping just above the waistband of the lace panties.

Waiting.

"Between my legs," I whisper.

"Be more specific. Use the proper anatomical terms."

"Touch my—my pussy. Please touch my pussy."

"Such a good girl, using your words." His hand slides into my panties, finding me already soaked. Already desperate. "So wet already. Your body knows what it wants even when your mind is still catching up."

He circles my clit with maddening lightness, building pleasure without giving me enough to come.

Teasing. Tormenting. Training.

"Now," he says, his voice low and commanding in my ear, "when you're close, you're going to ask me for permission to come. And you're going to beg for it. Make me believe you need it more than air. Make me believe you'll die if I don't let you. Understand?"