“Your pouty little lips want this.”
The ice pick leaves a stinging trail on my skin as he scrapes it down my belly hard enough to leave a mark. My body goes rigid when he slides it behind the waistband of my skirt. He pulls,then releases the handle, letting the pick smack against my lower belly.
I grunt. Not in pain, but in suppressed panic. With the way he’s holding my arms, I have little range of motion, but I can look down to see what he’s doing.
Although I wish I couldn’t.
Because he leaves the ice pick there, tucked behind my belt almost exactly how I’d had it back in the kitchen.
So close, and yet impossible to reach.
And now, with his free hand, he can test his theory of how much Iwantthis.
His fingertips skate up the inside of my thigh. I squirm away from his touch, but he just follows, chuckling at my pathetic attempts at resistance.
When I try to close my legs, he burrows his knee between mine.
He rubs his fingers over my pussy, and my eyes squeeze closed at his low whistle when he feels how wet I am.
“Your needy little pussy wants this,” he murmurs, his fingertips making my entire body tingle with anticipation as he slowly circles my clit.
He slips a finger inside me. The groan he lets out makes my fucking ovaries quiver.
“You’re so fucking wet. You gonna lie and tell me your tight, dripping, slutty little pussy doesn’t want this?”
My chest is too tight to reply. I’m feeling all sorts of things right now, but argumentative isn’t one of them.
Horny.
Hotter by the minute.
Wound tighter than a fucking corkscrew.
But I don’t have a word to say when he nips my ear, his body melding against mine as his fingers slip over my pussy.
“Youwant this,” he breathes into my ear, sending a hard shiver through my body. “Youneedthis. If you weren’t so fucking stubborn, you’d be begging.”
“Please,” I rasp, before I can stop myself.
“One little please isn’t good enough,” comes his breathless reply.
“Please-please-please,” I whisper in a rush.
“Please, what?”
I suck in a breath, as much to steel myself as to get air into my lungs.
There’s no way he’s a fucking virgin. He’d need experience to touch me this masterfully…right?
Would he, though?
After all, I spent years teaching Kai how to hurt mejustright.
Doesn’t mean he gets a free pass. If anything, that just means he’ll have to work even harder for his prize.
“Please…” I groan. “Please…tell me when you put your dick in, because I doubt I’ll feel it.”
Kai pauses.
