Page 13 of Filthy Little Lies

But when I open them, I’m still here. In his house. Draped over his bed with his hand between my legs.

“It’s just a reaction. I can’t help it.”

He chuckles then bites my earlobe. “Why would you want to?”

He removes his hand briefly, just long enough to grab my hip and flip me over onto my back as though I’m nothing more than a pancake on a sizzling hot griddle.

When he presses his hand to my thigh, I clamp shut again. He smirks and excitement dances in his gaze. He runs his fingernails across my thigh.

“Open your legs for me, Savvy.”

I don’t want to. I shouldn’t. It makes no sense to give in to this madman.

And yet.

I part my legs enough for his hand to turn, giving him full access. His gaze roams over my body, down the length of my torso, down to where his hand has slipped between my thighs again.

It’s only because of how long it’s been since a man’s touched me that he’s getting such a response from me. That’s all it is.

“No, don’t hide. You were so brave before. Open your eyes.”

When had I closed them?

As soon as I see him, I want to shut them again, but then he does the unthinkable.

He kisses me.

His hand wraps gently around my jaw. The tip of his tongue runs along the seam of my mouth until I part my lips, letting him deepen the kiss. His tongue sweeps in, tangling with my own.

He presses his mouth harder against mine, shifting his positioning and nipping at my lower lip.

My soul unclenches.

When he breaks the kiss, I’m left dazed and breathless.

He braces one forearm next to my head while he slides his hand further between my legs. He presses a finger to my clit and electricity shoots straight through me.

He grins like the arrogant asshole he is, and I try to snap my legs closed.

“Tsk. Tsk, Savvy. You don’t want me to use the belt again do you? I can punish this pussy just as easily as I can your ass.”

Why does that sound so thrilling?

“Open for me.” He presses a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth. “Be a good girl.”

And I do.

Keeping a fierce gaze pinned on me, he rubs my clit counterclockwise, pressing harder as he reverses course.

I fist the satin comforter beneath me, trying to put my mind somewhere else. Anywhere else that might help me ignore the intense pleasure building inside of me.

He chuckles.

“You can’t hide from me.” He thrusts one thick long finger into me, and my eyes fly open.

He’s staring down at me, watching every reaction, every flicker of a smile and moan while he slowly drags his finger in and out of me. With the heel of his hand, he continues to rub my clit.

The intensity of the pleasure builds. It’s made worse by the way his eyes have captivated me. It’s as though I’m caught in a force field and can’t look away or move away.