Bones knows me even better than I know myself. It should unnerve me that he has this carnal knowledge, but I’m too flustered and turned on to care.
“That’s it,” he encourages. “Make yourself hurt. Just how we both like it.”
I pinch and tug at my nipples. My core tightens, aching to be filled. My panties are damp with my arousal, and my clit pulses madly.
My sharp, panting breaths seem to echo off the high shelves, and I try to reason that no one is close enough to hear me.
“Put your hand down your pants,” he growls. “But don’t rub your clit.”
The softest moan escapes me as my fingers dip into my black lace panties. My inner muscles contract with a pulse of pleasure.
“Are you wet for me?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Tell me.”
My eyes slide closed, as though I can hide from what I’m doing.
“I’m wet for you, Bones.”
“You want an orgasm? Beg.”
“Please…”
“You can do better than that,” he admonishes. “Use your words, Karolina.”
“Please let me come, Bones. I’m aching for you.”
His voice is harsh with his own tormented lust when he growls, “Slide your fingers into your cunt, but don’t make yourself come. Get them nice and wet and then taste yourself. Know that you’re my greedy little cumslut while you suck your arousal off your fingers.”
My moan is too loud. I squeeze my eyes shut tighter.
I dip my fingers into my tight channel, gathering up the slick sign of my desire for him. The urge to touch my clit is almost overwhelming, but I’ve surrendered to his will.
I lift my fingers toward my face.
A strong hand captures my wrist, and my eyes fly open.
My stomach drops.
Rand is looming over me.
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“Miss Williams.” Rand’s face is a hard, stern mask.
I can’t find the air to formulate a reply. Mortification burns my veins, making my entire body unbearably hot.
He’s still holding my wrist. My fingers glisten with my wet arousal.
I try to tug my hand free so I can run away from this shameful situation, but his grip tightens incrementally.
I watch with horrified fascination as he slowly drags my hand towards his lips.
Everything turns surreal. This can’t be happening.
