Page 41 of Ruthless King (Mount Trilogy 1)
“I watched you. I watched them watch you.”
“How? You weren’t there.”
He doesn’t answer my question. “They wanted to fuck you. Did you feel it?”
I recall the way the men stared at my chest and my embarrassingly hard nipples. “Only because of what you made me wear.”
He steps out from behind my desk. “Wrong. You don’t see it. You’re totally fucking clueless about what men think when they look at you. Except today. Today, you felt it.”
I don’t know how to respond, but Mount doesn’t need anything from me to continue.
“But none of them can have you because you belong to me. Get over here.”
When I don’t move, he slips a hand into his pocket and the toy buzzes to life, this time at a new, more intense setting.
My hands clench into fists, and I hold back a whimper as pleasure courses through me. Spending the entire morning being teased and on the verge of coming has me sliding closer and closer to the edge.
“Don’t you fucking come.” His voice takes on a growling tone with his command.
“I can’t stop—” It’s there. Almost within my grasp as I clench my thighs together and wait for ecstasy to burst through me.
And then it stops.
“You bastard!”
He closes the distance between us in three strides and clamps a hand around my hip.
“You shouldn’t get to fucking come until I do, and you already owe me. How many more debts do you want to rack up?”
I tell myself the light-headedness hitting me is because I’m about to hyperventilate, and not because of him. I barely manage a response. “I don’t want to owe you another goddamned thing.”
“Too late. Now I just have to decide how you’re going to get me off first. Hands, mouth, tits, pussy, or ass.”
I try to cover my involuntary thigh clench, but he doesn’t miss it. He doesn’t miss anything.
Mount’s nostrils flare, and his gaze burns into me. “I could get you off in less than a minute. One touch to your clit, another pulse of the vibrator, and you’ll be moaning my name. I own your orgasms. I decide when you come. Not you. Learn it. Live it. Because you’re going to fucking love it by the time I’m done with you.”
“Never.” I emphasize both syllables of the word, realizing that apparently my new strategy has morphed into me standing my ground or dying while I try. And with Mount, dying might be a very real possibility.
With one swift motion, he has my back pressed against the door, the hand at my hip gripping tighter and the other up my skirt.
I expect him to go straight for my pussy, but all he does is slide a finger up along my inner thighs.
“You’re dripping because of me.”
His finger finds the loop on the end of the toy and he tugs. The unexpected movement tears a moan from my throat. He pulls it partway out and pushes it back in, fucking me slowly with each stroke.
He’s trying to kill me by keeping me on edge. I bite my lip and squeeze my eyes shut.
“Don’t be a coward. Open your fucking eyes.”
I do, and I meet his black gaze. It’s filled with triumph.
“All you have to do is ask for it.” It’s like the devil offering up your deepest desire for the low, low price of your soul.
“Fuck. You.” There’s no power behind the words because my body teeters on the edge of detonation.
“No, Keira. I’m fucking you. I’m the only one fucking you.”
