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She frowned down at me, searching my face as she unbuttoned my pants. “You better be thinking about me in there.”
“Always.” I pushed her hair back, taking in the lines of her naked body. So perfect. A masterpiece. A walking, breathing embodiment of what art was supposed to be. If I could paint like my mother, Ava would be the only thing worthy enough to grace my canvas.
She stroked her hand over my cock and my thoughts stopped.Fuck.I found her eyes. She was smiling triumphantly as she watched my face.
“Let me get you out of your head, Gray.”
I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of her touch. “You’re the only one that can, little witch.”
She lowered herself, sliding her warm, wet pussy over the length of my dick and my eyes rolled to the back of my head.Dear God!“You feel so good,” I almost whimpered. I would fucking devour her.
“It will feel better when I’m riding your cock.”
I swallowed hard, my fingers already shaking on her thighs as she positioned my dick at her entrance.
A wicked smile formed on her lips. “Should I make you beg?”
My stomach flipped and I returned her smile with a brow lifted in challenge. “I already told you. I don’t beg.”
She shuddered in pleasure at my obstinance, her smile widening. “For me you do.”
Of course, I do.
I grabbed her by the jaw, seeing the excitement take over her face. I pulled her to me, lifting my head off the bed to get closer, not missing how her eyes darted down to catch a glimpse of my flexed abdomen. “Be a good girl and sit on my cock.Please.”
She bit the inside of her cheek, then licked her lips and my heart instantly started racing.
Oh, she wanted to play.
“No,” she said, holding her breath, nervously watching me.
Dark, perverted excitement flooded my veins.Oh, baby. If you want to play, lets fucking play.“Listen carefully, Ava. Iwillbe buried balls deep inside you. Iwillmake you scream. Now, we can do it the easy way where you ride my dick until your toes curl. Or I can chase you through this fucking castle, string you from the banisters then make you lick your blood from my knife while you come on my cock. What do you choose?” I gave her a choice, an out.
Don’t take it. Don’t take the out.
Iyearnedto make her bleed. To lick it from her skin. Her pain and pleasure belonged to me, and it was high time I claimed it back.
Ava shuddered. Her breathing stopped, then it came faster. Her thighs trembled as she squeezed them around me, trying to get relief from the ache I knew she felt between her legs.
And that was the first way I was going to torture her, I decided—not letting her get relief from that ache.
“You chasing me isn’t the threat you think it is. I’m not scared of bleeding for you.”
Fuck me.I would die for this woman.
I let the devil in me loose, let him surface in a chilling grin. “Oh, little witch. Don’t you know by now? I don’t make threats.Just promises.” I pulled her face down, just inches from mine. “What. Will. It. Be,” I growled, loving her discomfort.
Her lashes fluttered nervously.
Let me chase you.The need clawed at my ribs.
Her eyes captured mine. “Haven’t we always done shit the hard way?” she whispered.
Yes, baby, we have.
I took in a steadying breath, the devil stirring beneath my skin—wicked, hungry. I loosened my grip on her, cracking my neck, before levelling her with an unholy stare. My voice was low and rough with all the ungodly fantasies that rushed through my mind. “Thenrun.”
She sucked in a sharp breath, fear erupting over her face and bolted off the bed, grabbing my shirt as she went.
