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His hum of appreciation raised goosebumps along my flesh. “You truly are a beauty.”

The way he looked at me, I felt beautiful, desired. Spread before him like a sacrifice, I trembled. What would he do next?

“Touch yourself. Like you did before in the cavern.”

“What? Now?” My cheeks heated.

“Now,” he purred. “Unless you’re not up to the task.”

I growled low at the challenge in his tone. Was the male trying to drive me mad?

I’d soon show him which of us was stronger.

“As you wish.” I trailed my hands down my chest, pausing a moment to tease and twist my nipples. Pleasure coursed throughme at the contact, and I groaned. To my delight, Victor watched my every move, his golden gaze riveted to my every action.

“You know,” I taunted, “I always say, if you want something done right…” I danced my fingers along my stomach, then over my jutting hip bones.

“Do it, Runa. Touch yourself for me,” Victor said in a broken voice. Every muscle in his body was carved of stone. He seemed frozen in anticipation, his posture that of a predator ready to strike. A chill danced down my spine.

I wanted him to break. To give up his rigid control. For me.

“Like this?” I grazed my fingers over my mound, gasping as my over-sensitive flesh swelled.

“Yes,” he groaned. “Now, stroke your clitoris.” Resting on his side near my hip, he took his shaft into his hand, circling his fingers over his swollen head.

Distracted by the sight, I did as he ordered without thought. Anticipation tied me up in knots. Victor knew exactly what I wanted, and yet he refused to give it to me. The devil.

Eyes locked on my circling fingers, he bared his fangs, hissing, “Faster, pet.”

His stroking fist moved faster as well. I panted, uttering a groan, and my hips began to rock.

“Tell me. Are you close?”

“So close,” I panted.

“Don’t you dare come,” he snapped.

“Ugh! No more games.” My sex pulsed, my will eager to break before his. “End this.”

“Beg,” he growled.

“Curse you,” I shouted, tossing my head, my body on the brink. “Please,” I snapped.

“Please what?”

“Please, Victor, may I come?”

“No.”

“What?” Tears burned my eyes. I couldn’t take anymore.

In a blur of movement, he pinned me to the mattress, his delightful weight sinking into me. Thank the fates.

“You’ll come on my shaft or not at all.” His hand circled my neck below the torque.

I peered into his glowing eyes.

“Understood?” His scorching cock prodded my aching sex, and in that moment, I feared I’d have given him anything he demanded if he’d only ease me.