I lean forward and slap her thigh, hard enough to make her gasp and leave a mark.
“Hey!” Her eyes flare.
“Keep going,” I order, the sound coming out more growl than words. “Answer the question.”
She rolls her eyes, but her hand moves again, rubbing her clit, still working two fingers inside herself. “Three,” she pants.
I nod once, already knowing. Beau found the files, and I’ve read every fucking page.
“I will—” she gasps, body tensing.
I grab her wrist mid-thrust, stopping her cold. “Don’t fucking come, Tamsin.”
Her chest rises and falls in quick, shallow bursts. She nods once.
I release her slowly, my own breathing thick and heavy. Every muscle in my body is pulled taut, like a tripwire ready to snap. I want to tear her apart until my name is written on her bones. Until no other man can ever touch her without feeling me under her skin.
She starts to move her fingers again, but she’s quiet now, no more smart little taunts, just shaky breaths and trembling thighs. I stare at her cunt, slick coating it.
“Tamsin.” I let her name drag from my tongue.
Her body jolts. The sound of her name in my voicedoes something to her, lights her up from the inside. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, eyes closing. I look down, her cunt glistening, arousal dripping, her thighs wet.
The little fucking brat came anyway!
“You couldn’t hold it, huh?” My voice drops to a rasp.
She giggles.
That’s it.
I move fast, my body on top of hers, I slam her wrists above her head, pinning her to the mattress. Her laughter dies instantly, swallowed by the shift in the air.
“I told you not to fucking come,” I breathe against her jaw, my words grazing her skin. “Now you learn.”
I rip the belt from my waist, loop it tight around her wrists, and haul it to the bedpost. She pulls against it, the leather straining but holding. Her breath catches, a quick, panicked flutter that makes me smile against her cheek.
“Let me go,” she pants, still testing me.
“Not a chance.”
I trail my masked face down her body, unhurried, savoring every inch of heat and shiver. When I reach her thighs, she tries to close them, but I plant my hands on the insides and push until they open for me.
“Don’t fight me now, hellcat.” I glance up at her.Flushed, pupils blown wide, hair tangled, lips swollen. Her gaze is feral, like she might bite my cock off. And I’d fucking let her.
I lower my head, pull the mask up again and lick her slow and deep.
She shivers, a whimper slipping out before she can catch it. “Oh God—”
“I didn’t tell you to speak,” I growl into her cunt.
She swallows her moan, but her hips betray her, rocking forward. I keep my tongue working through the mess she’s made, my fingers digging into her thighs hard enough to bruise.
She’s oversensitive now, every flick of my tongue pulling a choked gasp from her, her heels dig into the mattress.
“Please—fuck—”
I strip the gloves off and drive two fingers inside her. Fuck, she’s soft. Warm.
