ELLA
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My breath caught when he brushed over my c**t, applying just enough pressure to make my knees tremble.
A moan slipped from my lips, uninvited and uncontrollable.
“Dripping,” he said, dragging his finger back out with a wet sound, then slipping it back in, deeper this time. “You like when I hurt you, don’t you?”
I gasped, but he didn’t wait for a reply. He already knew.
His fingers thrust into me once, twice, then curled inside, finding that spot that made my body jerk forward.
“f**k,” he groaned, more to himself than to me. “I could make you come just like this… but that’s not what I want tonight.”
He withdrew his hand, and the sudden emptiness made me whimper.
“On your knees,” he ordered, his voice commanding but cold. “Now.”
I obeyed, sinking
