Page 96 of Devious Lies (Cruel Crown)
It felt cold.
Full.
Tight.
He eased it out a little before sliding it back in, a little further this time. Again, and again, and again, until he filled me up, a devil fixated on ruining me.
“Straighten up,” he ordered.
I released a breath and obeyed, gasping at how full my ass felt. His palm landed on my ass with a smack.
“Nash,” I managed, clenching around the knob, panting for him.
“Turn around.” He stepped back from me, waiting as I obeyed.
My movements dragged. I took my time turning. Nash’s fingers dipped between my folds again, brushing against my nub before he slid three fingers inside me at once. My head sloped down to rest on his chest, finding refuge against an immovable mountain.
He surrounded me.
His body.
His scent.
His lust.
Just pure him.
And I was close as he slid in and out of me, curling his fingers at a spot I could never find myself. “Please, Nash.”
He halted at the sound of my pleas, ignoring my desperate whimper. “Tell me what you say when you mutter under your breath.”
Lust fogged my thoughts, or I would have marveled over him noticing my quirks. Noticing me.
“Nash, I need to come. Please.” I wasn’t here for a heart-to-heart. I was here to purge him from my soul.
Nash slid his hand in and out, so slow, occasionally pressing against that spot. “Tell me.”
He was ruthless, and I was silent.
Then his palm pressed against my clit, and I’d had enough. “I don’t know! Okay?!” I shouted, wishing I could grip his shirt and beg him to end my suffering. “It’s different each time. Magic words. Words that make me happy. Words on my shirts. Words on my mind. Words that matter. Words that don’t. Satisfied? Make me come, please.”
He did, lowering his mouth to my neck and sucking so hard I knew he would leave a mark. His fingers went crazy inside my pussy. They twisted against my walls, thrusting in and out. He curled them into a hook and pressed exactly where I needed him.
I moaned loudly as I came, not caring if the whole office heard me and rushed down from the fifth floor. I was late to work, exhausted, irresponsible—and so, so satiated that none of it mattered.
Nash pulled out as soon as I shattered around his fingers, leaving my body aching at the emptiness. The echoes of the orgasm forced my walls to clench emptiness, throbbing against the knob that filled my ass.
“Get on your knees,” he demanded, not waiting for me to recover. “Beg me for permission to suck my cock and swallow my cum.”
The post-orgasm euphoria fogged my mind, reducing me to nothing but need.
I forced myself to stare him in the eyes as I knelt. He looked lethal. A dangerous fantasy confronting reality. Every death-defying moment condensed into a single person. Something that sounded like a human, breathed like a human, but couldn’t possibly be human. He was so much more.
With my knees on the floor, I squeezed my thighs together, desperate to find relief. The movement made the knob feel tighter in my ass, drawing a tiny moan from me. It had been so long since I had been touched, and he was torturing me for the hell of it.
“May I suck your cock?”
My tone suggested he could go to hell. I sealed it with a taunting smile, unbelieving of how wet I was. He narrowed his eyes and waited for me to continue.
