Page 14 of Filthy Little Lies

No. I just need to ignore this. I need to put my mind somewhere else.

But then he slides a second finger inside me, curling them both, hitting a hidden, sacred spot that has me writhing beneath his touch and arching from the bed.

He pumps his fingers in and out, harder, then softer, twisting and bending them. Making a complete mess of my resolve.

“You shouldn’t be…oh…you shouldn’t be doing this.” I slap at the bedding, but all I get from him is a low chuckle.

“It seems we’re both doing things today we shouldn’t.”

He continues to pump his fingers in and out, kissing me and whispering filthy encouragements in my ear.

All pain from the belting is gone, replaced by the tsunami of pleasure threatening to overtake me. I bite down on my bottom lip, an attempt to keep my moans to myself.

“Ah, so close. You’re so close, aren’t you?” He nips at my earlobe. “You want to come so badly, don’t you?”

I nod, because if you can’t beat the insane man, joining him is the only option.

With his eyes fixed on mine, he thrusts a third finger inside, stretching me.

“You’re almost there. Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

I don’t think he means to say the last part. His gaze flicks away for a second after he says it, and when it returns the fire burns even brighter.

I lift my hips, trying to grind into his palm as he fucks me harder with his fingers. It’s right there, I’m going to explode. The pressure, the pleasure, the delightful pain of it all crests. I’m going to fall into the abyss.

And then he stops.

Everything.

He yanks his hand out from between my legs and rests it on my thigh. My arousal still covering his fingers, he grips my thigh.

“What the fuck?” I demand, darting up, but he pins me back to the bed with his forearm across my chest.

“Did you think you’d get to come after being such a bad girl today?”

My brain has broken. The lost orgasm fades, leaving behind too much fog to see anything clearly. It hurts; there is actual discomfort from the loss of his fingers.

Keeping his fiery gaze on me, he brings his hand to his mouth. Taking his time, he licks my arousal from each finger before he slides off the bed.

I sit up, pulling my shirt down to cover what I can as he grabs the belt and slowly slides it back into his jeans.

“We’ll talk more in the morning. If you’re a good girl and are honest, maybe I’ll finish what I started.”

Then he picks up the bookcase. Just plucks the damn thing from the ground and puts it back up right as though it’s made of compressed plywood instead of oak.

I’m still stupefied as he unlocks the door.

“Wait!” I finally find my voice and my spine. I run to the door. “You said if I took the punishment I could leave.”

“No.” He holds the door close to him, not giving me enough room to get through if I try to run out. “I said we’d discuss it. And we did. I’ll see you in the morning, Savvy.”

He shuts the door, and a second later, it’s locked.

And I’m fucked.

But not in the fun way.

CHAPTER 5