A Cut so Deep - Dani Rene Page 0,58
my thighs, pressing against my core. A whimper falls free from my lips, and I watch as his mouth tilts into a satisfied smirk, as he finds pleasure in making me feel things for him.
“You’re being punished tonight,” he tells me, as he rubs his knee against me, up and down, the slow motion turning my body hot and needy. My toes curl as pleasure zips down my spine and over every inch of my skin.
Goosebumps appear on my exposed flesh. His taunting makes me angry and vengeful, but if I slap him again, I might get more punishment than is already in the cards.
“Fuck you, Damien,” I bite out, trying to buck him off me, but he doesn’t move. His hands come down on either side of my head. I’ve never been so exposed to anyone before. Not even the night I thought I was going to lose my virginity.
His one hand strokes my neck, gently at first, but then he wraps his fingers around the column of my throat. He holds me still but doesn’t squeeze. His other hand snakes down to my inner thigh, where it comes back with crimson on his fingertips.
I watch him wide-eyed when he presses the pads of his fingers to his tongue and licks the blood with a grin that’s filled with feral lust. He hums, eyes fluttering, as he takes me in.
“If you ever,” he starts speaking in a low, threatening tone. Slow and steady. “Ever do that again…” The words come to a halt when his other hand tightens around my throat. The air I was so freely inhaling is stolen, and I lock my gaze on his. It’s a challenge, how far can he take it.
His leg starts moving again. A whimper escapes me when he chuckles darkly at the sound. When his thigh stills, my hips involuntarily buck, needing the friction on my clit that’s throbbing from the attention. I need a release. The coiling desire in my stomach is tightening, twisting, and I chase the high of an orgasm until Damien pulls his leg away.
A pained cry tumbles from my lips, and another laugh comes from him. This isn’t punishment; it’s fucking torture.
The look in his eyes is pure evil when he leans in closer to my mouth. I almost expect him to kiss me, but that wouldn’t be punishment. His tongue darts out, licking my lips. “Do you want it, little sis?” he questions, using the nickname Finn gave me. “Do you want to come all over my leg?”
His query makes my cheeks heat. We shouldn’t be like this. I know it’s wrong, but I no longer care. I nod. It’s honest, it’s true, and I can’t shy away from my desire that seems to stem from the man before me.
His fingers glide down my naked body along with his gaze. His mouth finds my nipple, suckling it, before biting down on the hardened bud, which earns him another moan of pleasure.
But when his fingers find my core, my eyes snap open, locking on pools of blue. I could get lost in them. Perhaps I already have. His fingers tease my entrance, slowly at first, but when he dips a digit inside me, I cry out—the sound, husky, from not having sufficient oxygen.
He toys with me expertly. Again and again, swirling his fingers over my clit, making my toes curl into the carpet. I’m barely holding onto any semblance of focus because my body is a toy and Damien is playing me like a puppet on a string.
The climb to the edge is sweet, it’s welcome, it’s everything I want it to be. Suddenly, Damien pulls his hand away, and I can’t help crying out for more, my eyes watering, as he smirks down at me.
And then, he slaps my pussy—once, twice, three times—before he starts teasing my clit. He pulls away, and another three swats come hard and fast. He continues this rhythm until I’m clawing his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin, and suddenly, he dips two fingers into me, causing an eruption so violent, I scream. My eyes shut so tight that I see the fucking starry sky burst with fireworks. I quake under him, and his fingers squeeze all the air from my lungs until I’m a wet shuddering mess.
I’m no longer here on earth. I’m not on this bed. I’m somewhere else, somewhere I’ve never been. I don’t know how long it takes me to open my eyes again, but