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“Enough to make a stain on the carpet? Enough to satisfy my thirst?” I groaned.
If poison tasted like her, no one would want to live. Everyone would beg for a taste and die.
“Enough…” she said, before she went to her knees, eyes never leaving mine.
“Remove your bra, and pinch your nipples for me,” I said, itching to have my hands on her magnificent breasts.
She did without another word and moaned.
“Pull it. Pull it until you feel the tug in your pussy. Yes, just like that, Little Poison. You’re doing so well, and you follow my orders perfectly. Does that feel amazing? Faster.” She nodded with a moan, her fingers playing with her dark nipples. “You look so perfect on your knees. So obedient, so eager to please me. You want to please me, don’t you?”
“Yes. Yes. Please, Ash…”
“Are you begging, Sharma? After everything you did to me?” I said with a chuckle. “You blackmailed me, you drugged me, you handcuffed me to my bed…. look at you now … look at how helpless you are. I should hurt you back for that, shouldn’t I?”
“Yes, yes.”
“Well, I will. What do you want?”
“Your cock buried deep inside me,” she said without missing a beat, and my heart hitched. Right this moment, there was nothing in this world I wanted more than this woman in front of me. “Just like in my dreams.”
“Fuuuuucck…”
She moaned. “I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk straight.”
My cock twitched.
“Crawl to me.”
20
PRICE OF SINS
DIYA
My life has always had only one rule. Control.
Everything had to be precise for me, and there were lines that I never crossed. While Layne often colored outside the lines, and Trina would draw a new picture, I was always the one who painstakingly made sure not a single color was out of place.
But here and now, in this moment, I wasn’t in control. He was. And I trusted him enough to let go.
was liberating.
“Crawl to me,” Asher’s voice was velvet against my naked skin.
Was I doing this? For this man?
I gulped when he started unbuttoning his shirt. I stared at the sword dipping into his stomach, the words inked onto his skin, and my lips parted in need.
He threw the shirt down and cocked his brows, almost playfully. “You look at me like you want to gobble me up.”
“I want to,” I whispered under my breath. I crawled across the cold floor, my need intensifying the pain until I was exactly where I wanted to be. On my hands and knees. In front of him.
He fisted my hair in his palm, pulling my face up until his eyes met mine, hard and commanding.
“Suck my dick like a fucking good girl,” he whispered, his breath hitching when I trailed a finger up his leg.
“I knew it was wrong, but I had dreamed of it, dreamed of you tied to a post, your legs apart, your cock straining against your boxers. And then I’d take you inside my mouth…” I said, relishing the way he moaned.
