Page 104 of Captive Audience

“Then say that.”

I blinked. “Those words exactly?”

“If that’s what you want, then aye.”

“Okay.”

I could do this. Dirty talk had never been my strong suit, but maybe it was time to work on my skills. And anyway, Rook had me at my most vulnerable. I’d bargain away every last piece of myself if he gave me what I wanted.

I exhaled a sharp breath. “I want you to fuck my pussy with?—”

“Perfectpussy.” His eyes dipped to my entrance, and he licked his lips. “Facts are important.”

This man. He was somethingelse.

“Please, Rook, I want you to fuck my perfect pussy with your fingers.”

He grinned as though I’d said the magic words. “Good girl.”

He didn’t make me wait. His mouth returned to my clit while one thick finger slid inside, filling me, but not enough.

My head fell back. “More. I need more.”

He added a second, and it made my legs quake.

“Fuck, woman,” he growled, voice muffled against my flesh. “Your greedy little cunt is gripping me like she missed me.”

I really had. In this moment, with Rook’s mouth on my pussy and his fingers thrusting inside me, edging me so close to release, I could ignore all the reasons I should hate him. All the reasons I should never forgive him. Never trust him.

Yep. There went my soul. Sucked straight out of my vagina as if Rook were some goddamn sex demon.

All I could do was surrender to the sensations overwhelming me.

“Do you feel this?” Rook curled his two fingers inside me in acome heremotion, applying pressure to a sensitive spot inside.

“Yes.” The word came out breathy.

“I want you to focus on it. Can you do that for me?”

I nodded and licked my lips, already sensing this climax was soaring into uncharted territory.

He angled his wrist, pumping slow and deep as his mouth tormented me with soft flicks and hard sucks.

He was learning me.

Testing me.

Destroying me.

My hands scrambled for purchase, one clenching the edge of the counter, the other tangled in his hair. “Don’t stop.”

He thrust his fingers harder, quicker, and my hips bucked in time. The pressure built impossibly fast, tight and hot and unfamiliar. Not just a release. Something bigger. Something brutal.

“Rook!”

His free hand flattened on my stomach. “Let it go.”

“I can’t.”