Page 126 of I Know Your Secret
While he’s taunted me with his words, his hand has teased over my ass, sliding lower in a playful manner, the tips of his fingers rimming my entrance that’s sopping for him.
“Koen,” I breathe, delirious with each one of his touches.
Somehow, not being able to watch him is driving me higher and higher by the second.
I know it’s feeding something in him to have me bound, but I want nothing more than to beg him to let me out of the stockade.
“Say it again.” His fingers press inside me like a promise of what I’ll get if I’m his good girl, and then they drag back out.
It takes me a moment to realize what he’s asking for.
“Koen?” I can’t help the question in my tone, wondering if I’ve done as he asked, so that I can be rewarded with more.
More of him.
Just more.
His hand collides with my ass again. “Like you fucking mean it!”
“Koen!” It passes my lips as a breathless moan, my lungs emptying, nothing left to breathe as he slams his fingers inside me, rendering me speechless.
“You’ve always been the perfect poison. The one I’d take even knowing it would kill me. I’d die for you, Greer. If it comes to it, I will.”
Tears roll down my cheeks at his words, his machinations keeping me boneless beneath him as my orgasm bobs close to the surface, my center burning in warning.
“Would you die for me?” he asks, adding another finger, picking up his pace with them.
“Yes!”
“Would you die for this?”
I could ask what he means, but I know.
This is an undeniable, living, breathing thing between us that neither of us can escape.
“Yes!” My answer is the same, and it always will be.
I know what I want, and I can’t make excuses any longer.
I wanthim.
I want whatever deranged fucking world this is as long as he’s a part of it.
“Prove it,” he growls. “Prove you’d die for me.”
His fingers fuck me expertly, and my eyes cross. Every time I’m close, he backs off, ruining my pleasure.
When I do come, I don’t think I’ll survive it.
It feels like he said, like I’ll die.
“It’s too much,” I cry, tears still streaming down my face.
“You take it for me. You die for me,” he grinds out.
“Koen! It’s too much,” I whisper, unable to get my words formed into any audible tone.
Not that he’d listen.
