Every day of my fucking life.
“Kiss me,” I begged as he began fucking me ruthlessly with his fingers. He ignored me, his head bent, watching my body take his thick, tattooed fingers. He was in a trance. My hands slid to his face and pulled him to me. His lips hit mine as his thumb began to circle my clit.
“Oh,” I moaned against his full, scorching lips
“Come,” he demanded, kissing me again.
“I—I can’t—”
He pulled my ponytail, forcing my chin up. “You'll come for me whenever I fucking tell you to, Karina.” His hand worked me faster, the blinding pleasure building as I moved my hips withhis hand, my body needing more—all of him. His mouth found my ear, the feather light touch only adding my bliss.
“Be a good girl and come for your demon,” he ordered, his voice low and husky.
I wasgone.
I cried out his name over and over as he continued to fuck me with his hand without mercy. He hissed in approval before kissing me again.
“Mine. Mine. All mine,” he growled into my skin, trailing his bites and hot kisses down my neck to my breasts. He removed his hand from my pussy, and I watched in awe as he sucked off his index finger. Then, he pointed his middle finger at me, his tattoos glistening withme.
“Open.”
I opened my mouth, and he shoved it in. “Suck. Don’t stop until I tell you to.” I did, tasting myself. A moan escaped me at the realization thathewas the one making me do this. He returned his attention to my breasts.
“I’m going to fuck these, but not now,” he murmured before closing his mouth around my erect, pink nipple.
“Col,” I moaned around his finger, and he bit me.Hard. I cried out.
“Did I tell you to stop?” he asked, looking into my eyes. His pupils were dilated, so much so that there was only a small ring of ice blue left, making him look wild.
I shook my head.
“Now you get to suck two.” He stuck his index finger into my mouth. “Suck, Karina.”
A knock on the door had both of our heads snapping up. His palm landed on the top of my mouth, his other hand going down to my pussy. He began circling my clit again, hard and fast. Pleasure erupted throughout my body, and I moaned against his hand. He rose, his hands remaining where they were.
“What?” he barked, his eyes on my pussy. He was playing me like an instrument. I was at his mercy, ready to play every song he told me to. As I struggled to wrap my head around what was happening, my heart soared, free falling through the air, and my body…it didn’t belong to this planet. It belonged to the dark, vicious man standing above me.
“Sir, the jet is waiting for you at the airstrip.”
He was leaving again?
I didn’t want him to leave, not after this, and especially not until we finished. I had nine years to catch up on, and I had no plans on stopping.
His eyes snapped to mine as his jaw jumped, and he shoved a third finger into my pussy. I moaned against his palm, my hands gripping his arm as he stretched me. My body struggled to open for him, his long digits slamming inside me over and over.
"Touch your breasts,” he clipped at me. My hands slowly trailed down to them, giving him a show, anything that would get him to stay.
“Have my bags brought to the foyer. Tell the captain I will be down when I'm finished here,” he barked, his hand fucking me still.
I felt it coming, my legs beginning to shake. Jesus, it used to take me half an hour to climax on my own, and this man—thisdemonof a man—had made me reach my peak twice in less than ten. My fingers teased and rubbed both nipples gently, sending short waves of pleasure through my body. His eyes were on my hands, and I loved it. I loved that he was looking at me now, after years of avoiding me.
“Pinch those pretty nipples, angel. Hard. Pretend it’s me,” he ordered.
My fingers did as he commanded, pain shooting through me and eventually mixing with pleasure. I began to move my hips against his hand, needing more.
“Yes, sir,” the man said from the other side of the door, startling me again. I thought he had left.
Collin’s thumb rubbed my clit in fast circles, my pussy leaking for him; no doubt I was making a mess on his hand. That turned me on even more. I couldn’t get enough.
