HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION (An Erotic Billionaire Romance) novel Chapter 46

Meadow’s POV:

My knees buckled on the spot. If Alaric wasn’t holding me firmly, I would’ve fallen to the ground. More heat pooled between my legs and I couldn’t stop myself from leaning against him–my back to his firm chest.

“Your confidence is thin, Meadow,” he continued roughly. “But it’s okay, because I’m going to remind you who you are, over and over, until your body stops flinching at the thought of being worthy.”

His fingers began to inch toward my center, sleeves rolled up, his tattooed hand flat against my stomach, and I held my breath in anticipation of what was coming.

Alaric slowly dragged his eyes to meet mine in the mirror the exact same moment his finger brushed over my clit.

“Oh!” I gasped, nearly jerking out of my skin from how electric that had felt.

“Scheiße.” The German word was a low growl, and it turned me on in a way that I could never explain. I’d only recently found out that he had German roots, and now…

I didn’t know what it meant, but I wanted him to speak like that to me forever and ever.

“You’re already so wet,” he murmured against my neck as his thick finger circled around my pulsing nub lightly. “And I haven’t even started with you yet.”

His hand inched lower, sliding down my folds, and I let out a whimper, turning my head against his chest as I held onto the arm on my stomach. “Alaric,” I moaned. “Please.”

“I like it when you’re polite,” he hummed. “Please what, baby?” He dragged his finger back to my clit, circling around it again, now with a little more pressure than before.

“Touch me.”

The dark chuckle that rumbled in his chest made my core clench. I needed him. God, I needed him so much.

“I’m already touching you,” he murmured. “But if you want more, you’ll look back in the mirror.”

His grip tightened around me as his voice turned cold. “Take your eyes off it again and I’ll deprive you of the relief you so desperately seek.”

My eyes snapped to the mirror at the same time a gasp escaped me, because now, he was sliding a thick finger inside me. Slowly.

Torturously.

My knees buckled as a choked sound left my lips.

His finger felt so good inside of me, the silk dress shifting around my body as he pressed closer.

“There she is,” he rasped, watching me intently through the mirror. “Look at that face, baby. That’s what you look like when you just give in and let go.”

“Alaric,” I whispered, my mouth hanging open, chest rising and falling like I’d just run a marathon.

Alaric pushed in deeper, then withdrew his finger. I whined, and an amused breath left his mouth as he added another finger inside of me, stretching me so damn good.

“Oh god,” I cried, trying to spread my legs wide so I could get more, but he nipped my ear with his teeth.

“Only take what I give you, Meadow,” he growled into my ear. “Don’t be greedy.”

My lips quivered and I swallowed hard, keeping my legs still. “But I want more.”

The words fell out of my mouth before I could stop them, breathless. The silence that followed was deadly, and for a second, I couldn’t breathe.

Alaric froze completely, his eyes darkening even more now as his hand left me and my walls clenched around nothing.

“What-” My voice cracked with confusion and need. “Alaric, please don’t stop-”

A sharp smack landed on the inside of my thigh. I yelped as the sting spread across my skin.

“How many times do I have to tell you that you don’t get to make demands?” he growled as his tattooed hand moved upward, until he wrapped it around my neck. I bit my lip hard, my eyes hooded now. “You obey.”

“I obey,” I echoed airily.

“You want more?” His hand disappeared through the slit of the dress again. I nodded without hesitation.

Then you have to earn it.”

He smacked me again, this time over my panties that had slid back into position when he pulled his hand out. My legs trembled as I gasped. I was too sensitive.

Way too sensitive.

“Be still,” he murmured. “Look in the mirror and take your corrections. Understood?”

I stared at myself.

At my face that was pink all over, my parted lips… his hand around my neck and the other underneath the green dress.

I looked beautiful.

A strangled moan caught in my throat and my eyes watered. It was too good. It felt too damn good.

“She’s so desperate for me,” he went on hungrily. “Dripping all over my fucking hand. You want to know what I see when I look at you, Meadow?”

His fingers thrust deeper, harder, and my back arched. More.

“I see a filthy little angel trying so hard to be good. But you’re not, are you?”

“N–no,” I gasped as his thumb started to circle around my clit again.

“No,” he echoed darkly. “You’re not. You’re my dirty, stubborn girl. My pretty doe in silk.” He pressed his lips against my ear. “You have no idea how much I want to fuck you. I can’t wait to be buried deep inside you, baby girl.”

“Alaric, please-“I whimpered, not exactly sure what I was asking for. The pressure built, and so did the pleasure as the warmth inside of me started to spread. To bloom.

My orgasm was close. I could feel it.

“And you will come when I say. Not a minute before.”

I clung to him, thighs shaking, eyes drooping closed as my breath came out in short, shallow pants.

“I can feel you, baby,” he murmured, pumping faster. “So fucking tight. So ready to let go. You want to come, don’t you?”

“Yes, daddy… please-”

He growled against my neck, the sound vibrating against my throat. “Keep calling me that, and I’m going to ruin you sooner than I planned to, baby.”

I didn’t say anything in response, even though I wanted to beg him to ruin me. To do whatever he wanted with me.

“Alaric,” I moaned loudly as his fingers curled inside me again and he applied pressure to my clit.

“Let go, baby,” he whispered softly. “Come for me.”

And I did.