Chapter 55

Chapter 55

"That woman, she was all over you–she was flirting with you.“ My statements were no longer filled with conviction, not when I was under his cruel control.

*She was.“ His agreement caused my eyes to fly open. I growled at him, pushing at the chains on his hands, but he just pressed himself closer to me. "But I know who I belong to and I didn't entertain her whims, I wouldn't disrespect you like that.“ He seemed earnest in his remarks, which made my response seem callous.

"It didn't feel like you were affording me the same amount of respect.“ He went on, saying: "I want something in return because I saw how you danced with that bastard.“ With a remorseful expression, he placed one of his hands on my throat, pressing his fingers into my bones. I wondered briefly, how severely he would punish me.

In any case, I was not going to give up.

"Finish what you started in the car.“ He glanced down at my body and his eyes blazed at my request before I could fully understand what I had spoken. I moaned softly when I noticed the damp patch on his pants as he pulled his knee away from the space between my thighs.

He snarled as my desperate aroma shot through the space.

I know you want me to take your mark, Derrick, but I can't think straight.“ I need you to touch me, I need you inside of me. "I want you so much that I can't even think clearly.“ I was crying uncontrollably because I was so in need of him, and he seemed surprised by my sudden change in mood.

"Didn't I already tell you that I would give you anything that you want?“ " His hands moved from my hands to my dress, bunching up the material at my hips, and my hands fell to my sides.

He was staring at me with determination, so I took a deep breath. As the pads of his fingers touched my bare skin, I was barely able to hold myself together. Then, in one smooth motion, he pulled at the slit in my dress, and the sound of the fabric tearing made me arch my back against the door.

"Fuck it."

"Fuck.“ His knuckles scraped my bare skin, and he grunted. "What happened to your underwear?“ His fingers drifted around my center, caressing me lightly as I gasped for air.

I whimpered, urging his fingers to get nearer to me, "I ruined them.“ As a kind of punishment for what I had done to bring us to this point, he preferred to take his sweet time. His fingers skimmed over my smooth thighs, then vanished.

His playful remarks made me feel butterflies in my stomach. "I think you should taste, how much you want me.“ His two fingers were on my lips, and as I parted for him, his pupils widened until they were completely black.

I ran my tongue over his thumb, letting him sample my flavor. I inhaled hard against his fingerpads, forcing them farther down my throat before he withdrew them.

"Good girl.“ With a flourish of praise, he buried his hand between my legs once more.

He watched me wriggle while his fingers lazily stroked my folds. I pressed myself into his hand, my back arching off the door, my stomach muscles clenching as I tried to muster the last of my strength to keep me upright. As his thumb touched my nub, I screamed uncontrollably.

I took a breath as his finger touched my opening and my hands gripped his forearms. I was at his disposal, literally at his fingertips. He touched me gently, pausing when he got to my knuckle. I was panting heavily, observing the focus on his face. He was observing his every move and how he connected with my body. His touch stopped and his gaze snapped to mine, flitting over my desperate features as I writhed and squirmed, and a needy whine tore through me.

"Does it scare you that I could do anything to you right now?“ His voice was full of desire as he spoke in a low voice.

Carelessly and quickly, I shook my head.

He laughed as he moved his finger all the way inside of me, caressing me more quickly. Every time he did so, I let out a gasp.

"My needy little mate, do you want more?“ He asked, as I whimpered and complained, his words brimming with pleasure.

"Those sounds will be my downfall.“ He thrust another finger into me, gritting his teeth. I yelled, as I could feel them curling inside of me and moving together.

As his speed increased once more and his palm brushed against my center with each stroke, I felt like a bundle of nerves ready to burst.

"You can barely take two of my fingers, why don't we try a third one?“ I clung to him as he adjusted his hand and pulled out of me before he slammed into me again, filling me to the brim with his husky scent that was driving me over the edge.

As he caressed in and out of me, I became a thoughtless jumble.

"Tell me that you're mine, tell me who you belong to and I'll let you come.“ I was riding his hand right now, just a few seconds away from a release that hinged on his body language. I let out a cry of frustration when he stopped his thumb from circling my clit and pushed even harder and deeper.

"Let me hear the words, angel.“ I felt better after he gave me a cute nickname.

"I'm yours.“ His thumb clicked back into place and the words came out flat.

When my orgasm started, he didn't pull his fingers away from me; instead, he kept rocking against me while everything burst out of me.

His hand encircled me as I collapsed onto him, causing my knees to buckle.

"I've got you.“ I felt his gentle whispers against my skin as I gradually came back to the present.