Page 39 of Bargained By Fae


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Not once does his stare leave mine.

Not as my lips part against shuddering breaths.

Not as another soft whimper escapes me—and not an encouraging one.

And not even as the next tear slips down my cheek.

He watches me—watches every glistening emotion dance in my eyes, every ounce of fear, each thread of unwanted rising pleasure.

And it’s like he’s studying how humans react. A detached essence in the way he watches me—but with rich forest eyes.

If it wasn’t for those eyes—

I would think he feels nothing at all.

Butthis… I know it in my heavy gut, this is lust.

It moves his hand over my core, fingertips dragging along my slit, thumb dragging over my clit.

A moan is lured from me, and it floods my eyes with a fresh wave of tears.

Loathing is building in me with the pleasure.

The more wetness he gathers from me, the more I hate myself, the more my face burns—

He brings all of that honeyed wetness to my aching clit.

And a guttural sound gags me.

My legs wobble beneath me, like they’re going to give out, but they don’t get the chance.

Something hungry and ferocious comes over him.

A growl bubbles in his throat.

In a blink, Samick shoves into me, pinning me against the pipes and taps, and my feet are dangling above the floor.

He moves so fast, I hardly know how it happens, but he knocks his knee into mine, forcing my legs apart, bringing himself flush against me.

I grab onto him in a panic.

One hand clutched onto his collar, the other on his shoulder, trying to shove him back.

But it does nothing.

“Stop.” The whisper moans out of me. I loll my head back against the hard bite of the pipe, water pouring down on us. “Samick, no—”

Faster than a heartbeat, his hand is on my mouth, firm. The pad of his thumb presses into my cheek, smushing the flesh, and his palm muffles me.

The grip forces my head back.

He lowers his forehead to mine, moulded to me, curved over me, and still, his gaze hooks mine.

My hands latch onto his wrist.

His fingers delve into me, deep, and they coil against a pleasure spot.

My shout is muffled by his hand.