Page 39 of His Haunted Desire

She gasps and shifts her hips, grinding her core against my hand.

“I can feel your wetness through the material,” I tell her, rubbing faster. “You can pretend you don’t want it. Pretend this is all partof the deal. Pretend you’re contractually obliged to get soaked for me. But you fucking need this, Aurora.”

“Sir, sir, sir,” she chants.

“When it comes to your horny-as-fuck pussy and that deep dark desire you try to hide, you love it when I tell you what to do. You love it when you get to relinquish control.”

She bites her lip, nodding, making my manhood ache like I’m going to explode in my pants.

“Beg me to take off your underwear,” I grunt.

“Sir…”

“Now.”I stop grinding my hand up and down her folds, holding it still, but maintaining contact so the spell doesn’t break. “Now, Aurora. I won’t ask again.”

“Please, sir,” she moans after a moment. “Take off my underwear, sir. Please. I’m begging you.”

I groan as I grip her underwear, pull them down her thick, delicious thighs. Her mouth tightens as if she’s debating telling me to stop, as if she’s unsure of how far she wants to take this.

When I touch her again, I feel precome pulsing hot and achingly out of the tip of my cock. She’s drenched, her needy clit swollen as if in response to my touch, inflamed with lust.

“Raiden,” she moans. “Oh,fuck. We shouldn’t?—”

“You want it,” I tell her. “Stop pretending.”

“Oh, oh,fuck,” she gasps.

I push the heel of my palm against her needy nub, stroking her channel with my fingers at the same time. She grinds her hips even faster as though she’s losing control, sinking her fingers into my shoulders and riding the wave.

When I slip my finger into her drenched entrance, she pushes her mask against my chest and bites onto my pec through my shirt.

“I know you’ll scream otherwise,” I snarl. “I know you’re losing control. I know you’re about to explode for me. Do it, Aurora. Let go. Drench my hand with how badly you want this, how badly youfucking needthis. Even if you’re pretending you don’t.”

“Sir, sir,sir.”

Her pussy makes gorgeous wet noises as I thrust in and out of her, drawing her closer and closer to the edge. She grips the back of my neck and pulls me in for a kiss.

We kiss chaotically, our teeth clicking together with the motion of her near release.

Finally, she can’t kiss me anymore. She can’t even moan. She gasps breathily, hardly making any noise, as her pussy pulsates around my finger and fresh wetness drenches my hand.

After she leans back and pushes my hand away. “Raiden,” she whispers.

“Don’t say it,” I snarl.

“Just take a step back. Please.”

“I love it when you beg…”

“No, it’s done. That was a mistake.” She takes off her mask, staring guiltily at me. “I don’t want to be acock teaseor whatevermen call women like me, but this is the end.” She hops down from the drawer, adjusts her dress. “I got carried away.”

She reaches up and takes off my mask. It’s like she knows it’s more difficult for us to forget how complicated this is when we’re looking honestly at each other.

“We shouldn’t do that again,” she says. “It was wrong. You know it was wrong.”

“I don’t know that,” I growl. “Wrong–how?”

“Because once our deal is done,we’redone. I’ve made that clear from the start.”