uck, it’s intense.
“Ah!” I cry out, pulling hard on the restraints.
My body is so sensitized I feel I am going to explode, and just as I am,
Christian stops again.
“Christian!” I cry out.
“Frustrating, yes?” he murmurs against my throat. “Just like you. Promising
one thing and then . . .” His voice trails off.
“Christian, please!” I beg.
He pushes the wand against me again and again, stopping just at the vital
moment each time. Ah!
“Each time I stop, it feels more intense when I start again. Right?”
“Please,” I whimper. My nerve endings are screaming for release. The
buzzing stops and Christian kisses me. He runs his nose down mine. “You
are the most frustrating woman I ha一ve ever met.”
No, No, No.
“Christian, I never promised to obey you. Please, please—”
He moves in front of me, grabs my behind and pushes his hips against me,
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of his jeans pressing into me, barely containing his erection. With one hand
he pulls off the blindfold and grasps my chin, and I blink up into his scorching
eyes.
“You drive me crazy,” he whispers, flexing his hips against me once, twice,
three times more, causing my body to spark—ready to burn. And again he
denies me. I want him so badly. I need him so badly. I close my eyes and
mutter a prayer. I can’t help but feel I’m being punished. I’m helpless and he’s
ruthless. Tears spring to my eyes. I don’t know how far he’s going to take
this.
“Please,” I whisper once more.
But he gazes down at me, implacable. He’s just going to continue. For how
long? Can I play this game? No. No. No—I can’t do this. I know he’s not
going to stop. He’s going to continue to torture me. His hand tra一vels down my
body once more. No . . . And the dam bursts—all the apprehension, the
anxiety, and the fear from the last couple of days overwhelming me anew as
tears spring to my eyes. I turn away from him. This is not love. It’s revenge.
“Red,” I whimper. “Red. Red.” The tears course down my
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