He smiles as his hand roams down over my hip. Slipping under my skirt, his fingers tease my thigh and my breath catches. His dark eyes search mine and that intensity is right there.
“I can be gentle, trouble, but it’s not in my nature.” His gaze drops to my lips.
Anticipation swells inside me. “It’s not?”
He shakes his head and tugs on my hair, just enough to let me know he still has ahold of it, that he’s still controlling me. A rush races through me.
“Am I making you wet?” His hand slides up my thigh. The anticipation is killing me. His touch is firm and not as teasing as Finn’s. His dark eyes are mesmerizing, holding me to him.
“Yes.” I swallow and wet my lips.
“I’m going to enjoy punishing you, trouble.” His fingers reach the apex of my thighs and they tease the edge of my panties. My breath catches, hanging on that moment before he claims me.
“Punish?” My heart thunders so loud I barely hear him, so focused on his touch, on his warm body against mine.
“You strike me as a naughty girl. Someone who won’t make it easy for me. Am I wrong, trouble?” He tips my head back a little farther and slides his fingers beneath my panties to my wet, pulsing pussy.
At his first touch, I moan.
“Maybe you’ll be my good girl and I won’t have to punish you.” His fingers part my pussy and he drags one from my entrance to my clit.
My shaky breath releases as my insides tense, ready for him to push me over the edge.
He tilts his head as he studies me. “Does it hurt, trouble?”
“Does what hurt?”
“The throbbing need between your legs.” He kisses my jaw and I suck in a breath. “This aching thing.”
He presses down on my clit and a rush of wetness flows out of me.
“I heard you last night, trouble. Sneaking out of your room. Letting Dante fuck this pretty little cunt before Finn took his turn. He made you scream, and that made my cock ache like this tight pussy.”
“Did you find your release?” I whisper, seeking his mouth, but he holds me away from it.
“Did I jerk off to the sound of you coming like I did when I watched you on the video? When you made yourself come?”
“Oh, fuck.” I need him to move his fingers. I’m right here on the edge waiting for him to topple me over.
He pulls my hair a little more, making me arch into him. “Is that what you want to know, trouble? If the sound of you coming is enough to make me explode?”
I whimper as his finger slides along my clit to my entrance, gathering my wetness and dragging it to my clit. “Please, Wyatt.”
“Mmm, I like the way you beg, trouble.” He nips my jaw and trails kisses down my neck. “I can’t wait to make you cry.”
He thrusts two fingers inside me and I shatter. His words, his touch, the rich leather scent of him all around me. It’s all too much.
He tsks. “No one said you could come yet.”
Finn chuckles darkly as my pussy convulses around Wyatt’s fingers. Like I have any control over the need for release. Wyatt drags them out and takes his hand out of my panties.
When I make a sound of denial, he tightens his hand in my hair.
“Clean my fingers, trouble.” He lifts my head and his dark eyes search mine as he holds his wet fingers in front of my mouth.
I arch an eyebrow and press my lips together. It would be so easy to give in. After all, I don’t mind the taste of my come, but my submission isn’t what he wants, right? A light sparks in his eyes and a grim smile forms on his lips.
He shakes his head slowly. “Open your mouth.”
