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I worked methodically, not wanting her to get anything out of this. I was just cleaning that asshole's jizz off her. But she grabbed my hand, forcing me to slow down, gradually working down her belly and towards the vee of her legs.
I stilled but she grabbed my other arm, holding me close as we moved together to in between her legs. Lips parting, she shifted her hips, staring up into my eyes. "Kiss me, Knight."
I inhaled a breath, licking the water from my lips. "No."
I saw the flash of hurt in her eyes before her eyelids fluttered closed, shuttering off her disappointment. She leaned her head against my chest. “Then at least make me come."
I suddenlyhated.
Hatedthis disgusting room we fucked in.
HatedRook for forcing Tatiana's and my relationship into this space.
Hatedhow closed off she’d become to me.
And most of all, Ihatedmyself for never returning for her in Cuba. I thought I was saving her from a life of pain but she returned to me in the end, like the tide to the pull of the moon, unable to keep away from the person who owned the key to her heart.
And I, selfishly, didn’t send her away, but kept her locked in this game between me and Rook.
My mother had been right all along. I was selfish. Self-serving, rotten, corrupt…no one could ever love me.
Growling, I tossed the loofah to the side. Wrapping an arm around her back, I slid my fingers through her slippery folds, giving in to her demands.
She clung to me, shifting her hips to ride my hand and I buried my nose in her hair, inhaling a breath of the creature that gave me life. Taking in her lusty scent, despite the soap.
Like always, she smelled of the salty sea and sunshine and happiness. Of naive dreams and innocent love. Of my very heart, beating and pulsing.
As I played with her cunt, she gripped my wrist tight, a low whimper escaping her luscious lips. I stroked and caressed, bringing her slowly to the edge of an orgasm. Her voluptuous tits pressed against my arm, soft and supple. My cock was thick and tight, digging into her muscled stomach, rich, white cum leaking from the tip. “Please, Knight,” her voice was rusty and hoarse, “I need…”
“What do you need,polva?” I sunk two fingers up inside her, groaning as her walls clenched around my fingers. Her pussy was pulsing with heat, the edges satiny silk.Fuck, I needed inside her.I thrust my hardened dick into her stomach, unable to resist.
“I want…”
“Tell me,love, tell me…what do you want?” I stroked her, hooking up into her g-spot. “Should I fuck you, here in the shower? Or should I tie you open and eat your dirty cunt all night long? Make you come for me over and over, like the whore that you are.”
“Oh. God.” Chest heaving, her eyes squeezed shut. She was sensual and erotic, her hour-glass figure pressed to me eagerly.
“Do you want the nipple clamps?”
She whimpered, biting down on her lip, her lower one plumper than the other. She nodded.
“How about the anal beads? The paddle?”
“Please, Knight. Yes. I want everything. You know I’ll beg for it.”
“Then do it, baby. Show me how badly you want it.” I clenched the back of her hair with my other hand, tilting her face upwards. “Show me you want it, Tatiana. Say you trust me.” She opened her eyes, her gaze wide, surprised at my words. There was a lump in my throat and my chest constricted. I was suddenly serious. “Tell me you love me. That you never stopped, despite everything.”
She didn’t answer and I paused, my fingers inside her stopping, waiting to see what she would do.
And as I waited, the whole universe waited with me.
I didn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t move.
I sat on the edge of the earth, anticipation buzzing under my skin. I felt alive and, for a brief moment, the barest of seconds, she let down her guard.
And in that moment, she revealed her true emotions by the vulnerability in her eyes, the trust in her gaze.
Fuck me.