Page 64 of Nemesis

“Yes,mi alma?” His voice was full of amusement.

The answer was on the tip of my tongue, but I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of being able to demand everything out of me. Besides, I preferred seeing him riled up.

The curiosity of seeing what he would do if I disobeyed took over. I reached down and gripped him hard through his slacks, my palm rubbing against him.

“Fucking hell,” he hissed.

“Two can play at that game, Mr. Alvarez,” I taunted him.

“Then let’s see who wins.” He grabbed my hands and pinned them to the wall right above my head.

He leaned down and spoke against my ear.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t remember your name. Sofuckinghard you won’t be able to move for the next week without thinking of me. I’ll just keep filling that tight little cunt of yours until it’s overflowing. Then, I’ll send you right back to that little husband of yours, used and abused, with my cum still dripping down your thighs.”

I was panting solely from the lewd picture he was painting for me.

“But first…” He sucked hard on my neck right as he easily thrust a hot, thick finger into my begging pussy, teasing before he added another one.

Holy shit.

“Theo,” I moaned, my forehead pressing against his shoulder as I pushed back against his fingers.

“Keep saying my name likethatand I might give you more.”

He eased his fingers out before twisting them back in, painfully slow. Once I was fully seated on his hand, he curled his fingers within me, hitting a delicious spot that had my pussy clamping down.

My eyes closed at how well he seemed to know my body, better than I apparently ever did. It had never been like this, not by my own hands, or by anyone other than him.

Tension coiled within my core and he pulled his fingers all the way out before plunging them back in, this time reaching even deeper than the last. I cried out, squirming at the building pressure.

“Feel that,mi alma? Feel how fucking wet you are for me? ” He husked across my ear. He nibbled on my earlobe as he continued fucking me with his fingers. The heel of his palm rubbed against my swollen clit.

I’m so close.

“Your pussy is doing such a great job, sucking my fingers in. I’ll have to work harder to fully break you in, won’t I?”

I wasright there, right about to tumble over the edge, when Theo snatched his fingers back, releasing a sigh.

What the fuck?

My eyes shot open, and I brought them up to meet his, watching a deviant smirk splayed on the edges of his lips.

“The sad thing is, disobedient girls don’t get to come,mi alma. They get punished.”

I opened my mouth to protest, when he smeared something damp against my lips. I shifted my gaze down to find the fingers that were just inside me resting against my bottom lip.

“Save your excuses,” he rasped, pressing his fingers against the seam of my lips that were coated with what I now realized was my own arousal.

He chuckled darkly. “At least your cunt doesn’t lie. Now suck. I want my fingers clean.”

I gasped at his words and he forced his fingers, up to his knuckle, through my parted lips, pressing roughly against my tongue. I whimpered, my tongue wrapping around them as I sucked myself off his skin.

“That’s my girl. You’re being so good for me.”

His face turned feral as he gradually pulled his fingers out of my mouth.

He slipped his finger under the elastic of the loose sleep shorts, tugging. Once they pooled at my feet, I stepped out of them.