Page 144 of Lost to Thievery
“No,” I goaded her further, pushing my tongue a little deeper between her folds, but still not touching her clit.
“I hate you!” she spewed, throwing her head back in frustration, yanking on her restraints.
Checkmate.
I sucked on the apex of her sex, hard enough to stimulate her clit too, but not nearly enough to bring relief.
Instead, she gasped and thrusted her hips harder against my mouth only to squirm in my hold and curse at me when I stopped.
I planted delicate kisses over my mark on her hip. “Is the ache that bad, baby?”
“You know it is,” she panted breathlessly, not looking at me.
“Do you want me to take care of it?”
Her jaw ticced as she lowered her eyes to glower at me. She did not say anything, but her face was a spectacular mix of desperate need and lust and anger and hate.
“You know my heart beats just to take care of you,” I whispered, pressing my thumb over her clit.
Her lashes fluttered in pleasure and her eyes softened. “Then take care of me,” she whispered back.
Satisfaction bloomed in my gut. There it was—my princess breaking for me.
“Will you be good and do as I say?” I kissed her pussy softly, not breaking eye contact.
Her eyes fell shut in defeat, her body trembling with need. She gave a faint nod.
“Words, Ava.”
“I’ll be good for you, Gray,” she murmured, watching my face.
Fucking hell.My dick throbbed and I had to stifle the urge to palm myself for a little relief. Not only at her words, but at the cunning behind them. My little witch knew exactly what she was doing to me, saying it like that. I might’ve broken her, but she was hellbent on breaking me too. What would her next move be?
I reached for the rope around her knees but held still. “Will you keep your legs open for me this time?” I asked another question, to push her further into submitting to me.
She nodded slowly. “I’ll do anything for you, if you ask nicely,” she answered softly.
I closed my eyes and turned my head away, trying to hide my smile.
Check-fucking-mate.
What else was I going to do? I was defenceless against that soft tone. So,fuck, I asked her nicely. I gave in, like the shameless simp I was. “Then please, baby. Open your legs so I can make you feel good.” I undid the knot and let the rope fall, gently caressing the rope burns as I waited on my goddamn knees.
Her legs were shaking as she widened them. “Like this?”
I swallowed hard. “Wider, Princess.”
“Yes, Gray,” she answered beguilingly submissive and widened them more. She was straining on the tips of her toes, and no priceless artwork could ever hold a candle to the picture before me.
I studied her for a moment, sitting back on my haunches so I could take in the full masterpiece—her restrained wrists, her heaving breasts, her wild curls, her freckled and flushed cheeks underneath those eyes that was the favourite colour of a silly, uncorrupted boy that still visited me in my dreams.
“Do I please you, Gray?”
My heart swelled and my lungs faltered. “I’m irrevocably bewitched,” I breathed, mapping the lines of her legs all the way to the top, my heart racing with pleasure at the gleaming wetness coating the insides of her thighs.
“Are you going to keep torturing me or are you going to keep your word and make me feel good? Give me your mouth, Gray.”
I moved forward, trailing my fingers up her legs and slowly placed them over my shoulders to make her more comfortable. I licked her arousal from her thighs, savouring the taste of her. A taste created by the gods, just for me.
