Rejected, Abused, I Fall for the Forbidden Alpha (by Riley Scott) novel Chapter 77

Chapter 77

His hands glide downwards. They linger on my panties. I almost cry out when he tears them off me, flinging them carelessly to the ground. I can feel the breeze on my pussy, feel his breath next to my ear I become wet, and he gives a small growl before one hand clamps itself around my waist, preventing me from moving, while the other one moves between my legs, his fingers parting the folds of my vagina and seeking my clit.

Fuck. I grit my teeth. His finger pushes and then begins to circle my nub, patient, slow. I instinctively try to push my legs together but he keeps them open with the strength of his legs, pinning mine to the side of the chair. He becomes more insistent, the pressure slowly increasing, the tempo changing, the speed growing faster and faster as he plays with me like a toy, or plaything. My legs tense, my body stiffens, and I cum, biting my lip so hard it bleeds in order to keep myself from crying out or screaming his name.

He’s ruthless. Even as I slowly drift back to earth, he’s toying with me again, his hand moving restlessly against my clit, moving in different rhythms, different motions, different pressures. All designed to bring me to the brink and over. I cum, hard, my whole body convulsing. I can practically sense the satisfaction on his face. He’s not finished. Not by a long shot, and that’s what scares me.

“Is this what you wanted?” his voice is harsh, unyielding, “for me to make you fucking come over and over like the dirty little slut you are?”

His words only turn me on more. I don’t know what it is, but it feels deliciously sinful. My body writhes as he flicks my clit, causing me to gasp.

“Fucking cum for me,” he orders, his grip like a vice, “fucking cream yourself for me.”

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