Page 66 of Unforgiving Heir


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“Tell me. You don’t hate me touching you, do you?”

Her body hums, begging me for more. I flick my tongue over her clit, feeling it pulse. Her body shakes beneath me.

Her struggle is exquisite, the way she fights her own pleasure even as she chases it. Each time she nears the edge, I pull back, denying her release, watching her frustration mount alongside her ever-growing need. I'm torturing us both, drawing out this agony, refusing to let either of us surrender completely.

My dick is as hard as steel, and it’s quite possible I’ll come before even entering her. I suppose that would be my punishment for tormenting her like this.

I fuck her with my fingers as I watch her. I want to see her surrender completely. Her body. Her loyalty. Her soul. I want her to acknowledge my control.

But as I watch her arch and strain against her bonds, watch her bite her lush lower lip as she reaches for release, watch as her cheeks flush, I feel my power slipping away. I've bound her to assert my dominance, yet I'm the one who’s succumbing to her taste, her scent, the sounds she makes when I touch her.

I'm losing the battle I started, and the realization terrifies me.

Her trembling thighs press against my face as I work her closer to the precipice. Isabella's breath comes in ragged pants. She strains against the tie, but not in resistance. No, now, she’s lost in raw need.

"Please," she moans, the word barely understandable.

I lift my head slightly, replacing my tongue with my thumb, circling her clit slowly. "Please what?"

Her eyes snap open, flaring with fury and desire. "Don't stop."

"Don’t stop what?" I slow my movements even further, watching her frustration mount. The power I hold over her in this moment is intoxicating and what I need to fight off the unsettling feelings trying to take root in my chest. She is mine, utterly and completely mine. "Tell me what you want."

“Alessandro.”

Funny, hearing my name on her lips makes me want to reward her more than if she told me to fuck her. I slip my fingers inside her again, curling them to find that spot that makes her whole body jerk. Her walls clench around me, so close to release yet unable to cross that final threshold until I decide she can. Until I send her over.

"Fuck you," she gasps. The words are shocking and erotic, and I nearly come.

I smile against her inner thigh. "That's the idea, Isabella. But first..."

Rising up, I hover over her, my naked flesh pressing against hers. My dick rubs against her wetness, and now I’m torturing myself as well as her.

Her body arches up, desperate to take me in.

"I can give you what you want.” My lips brush her ear. "I can give you a release so powerful, you'll see stars."

My hand slides between us, fingers finding her again, teasing her with light touches that make her shake.

"All you have to do is admit how much you want me." My voice drops lower, rougher. "Say it, Isabella. Say you want me inside you. Say you've thought of nothing else since that night on the rooftop."

Her breath hitches as my thumb circles her again. She trembles beneath me, so close to surrender.

"The bargain is simple." I rub my cock over her clit. "Your surrender for your pleasure."

I can’t hold out much longer, and it’s possible I’m going to lose this battle, that she won’t fully succumb.

"Beg me, Isabella. Beg me, and I'll give you everything you need."

The tug-of-war between desire and pride plays out on her face, but I can see pride starting to lose. Her body demanding release is more powerful than her mind. She's magnificent in her resistance.

"Is this how it's going to be between us?" I ask, dipping my head to suck on her nipple. "You fighting what we both know you want?"

A small sound escapes her, something between a whimper and a moan. It sends a surge of electricity through my body as I anticipate her final surrender.

"I won't... " Her words dissolve as I press my dick to her pussy, applying just enough pressure to make her moan with desperate need, but not enough to push her over.

"You can.” My voice is rough with need, need she surely hears. "Let go, Isabella. I know you want to. And I want to make you feel pleasure you’ve never known."