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“No.”

“I’m not going to ask twice. Where. Is. It?”

She visibly swallows before answering, “It’s in the second drawer.”

I reach for the second drawer and pull out the vibrator, its sleek surface glinting under the dim light. “You’re going to take back every single word you said to me, princess. I won’t let you stop cumming until I’ve had my fill and drained every last drop from you.”

Daniela pulls back, her throat working as she swallows. “You don’t just get to fuck me into submission again, Remo. I hate you.”

“I know, but I don’t give a damn about how you feel right now.” I gesture at my pants, where my dick is threatening to break free. “You see this? You’re going to take care of it. Your sharp little tongue caused it, and I won’t rest until I’ve punished your body for making me this way.” I hand her the device, and she takes it quietly, holding it close to her racing heart. “Now, before I get angrier, show me how to use this, princess.”

“There’s nothing to show,” she replies, a hint of defiance in her voice. “It’s a clit vibrator. When it’s placed on your clit, all you can think about is how it works its magic on you.”

“Do it then.” Despite having seen this toy being used before, I’ve never witnessed Daniela use it on herself. And the very thought of her using it ignites a fire within me. I hope my expression conveys the seriousness of my request because I feel a desperation that words can’t capture. “I want to watch you pleasure yourself, Daniela.”

Her brows knit together instinctively, but she doesn’t resist. I suspect she craves pleasure just as desperately as she craves air. “Go on, Daniela. Show me what you like.”

She bites her lip, weighing her options, then lies on the floor. “I haven’t had anyone watch me masturbate before, Remo.”

“Does it feel weird?” I ask, my voice dropping to a husky whisper.

“No, I’m turned on. I want you to watch me too.”

Well, that settles it, doesn’t it? Still, I can hear the animosity lacing her words. She truly seems to hate me, and I don’t know how to shift that perception yet. All I can do is focus on earning her trust again, no matter how long or difficult that road may be. For now, though, we both surrender to the intoxicating pleasure our bodies offer, teetering on the edge of desire and longing.

Daniela spreads her legs, revealing the wetness seeping through her panties. “Can you see how wet you’ve made me?” she asks, biting her lower lip.

I lean closer, dragging a finger along the front of her panties and feeling the slickness beneath the fabric. Her thighs jerk at my touch, already sensitive, but I don’t stop. I shift her panties aside and rub my fingers against her, careful not to go too deep. Daniela rolls her hips against my hand, her eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. My cock strains against my jeans, and we both know that if I keep this up, we’ll end up crossing a line. Reluctantly, I pull my fingers back and sit back to watch her.

Slowly, she removes her clothes and then her panties, teasingly peeling them away, each deliberate motion makes me gulp. “Holy fuck, Daniela, you’re killing me here.” She turns on the toy, and my throat bobs with anticipation. “Do it, Daniela,” I rasp. “Show me what it’s like when you fuck yourself.”

She guides the toy to her swollen clit, gasping as it makes contact. My senses sharpen, captivated by the soft hum of the vibrator against her. Without thinking, I reach down to stroke my cock, unable to tear my eyes away as she rocks her hips, moving in rhythm with the vibrations while I match my strokes to her movements.

“Oh my fucking God!” Her voice drops to a whisper, hoarse with raw need. Her beautiful face is lost in euphoria as she moans. I can barely hold back, watching beads of sweat form on her forehead. A fine sheen trails down the dip of her breasts to her navel, unfurling like a flower in spring.. “I’m cumming!”

I snatch the vibrator from her hand, and as she jerks forward to protest, I lean in and lick her swollen clit, lapping eagerly at her pussy. “I want to taste your cum on my tongue, princess.”

She groans, pulling my hair with such force that sharp pain shoots from my scalp to my feet, igniting a fire in my core. Still, it hardens my cock to an unbearable degree.

“You taste so damn good,” I mumble, my words muffled against her thighs. I glide my tongue from her clit to the inner walls of her pussy, using my fingers to pull her folds apart. My tongue swirls up, down, and side to side until she’s buckling beneath me, crying out in ecstasy. I savor her sweetness, committing the taste to memory before letting her go.

Panting, she crawls onto her knees. “Can I please ride you, Remo?”

For the first time, I’m stunned into silence. It’s not just the plea to ride me until we both explode in pleasure, but the fact that only minutes ago, she had voiced her hatred for me. I know women like her—those who, after facing a hard truth, become deceivers just to crash against someone else. I’ve always avoided those kinds of women, but suddenly, I don’t want to hide or run away. I want to ride these waves with her, damn the consequences.

“Ride my damn dick, princess,” I growl, leaning back against the wall. Without another word, Daniela positions herself on either side of me. I reach out to cup her breasts. “You have the most beautiful body, Daniela.”

She smiles, though it doesn’t quite reach her eyes, and begins to slide down, taking me in. I stop her, and she falters. “What? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, you didn’t. You’re good at this.”

She doesn’t look convinced. “Then why won’t you let me pleasure both of us?”

It feels strange to be vulnerable. Honestly, I haven’t allowed myself to be vulnerable in front of a woman I’m sleeping with, but I can see how much she’s changing me and how deeply I want to be better for her. So, I lay it bare. “I want to always remember this. Because with you, I’m never sure.”

“Remo…”

“Please tell me you didn’t mean those words, princess.”