Not good.

And regardless that I didn’t wish to really feel something, I couldn’t deny the fun, the hazard, and the truth that his dominance, and his contact made me need him.

In a really sexual, very self-destructive sort of approach.

Rattling.

I lowered my eyes. Being pushed round by this boastful prick, manhandled by his brutish fingers ought to alarm me and never stoke one thing else…one thing I assumed I’d misplaced.

One thing I didn’t need him to search out out.

“What are you doing?” I whispered.

He chuckled. “Don’t you recognize by now?”

I raised my chin and stared at him, and he stared again at me.

Darkish, harmful, unapologetic. “I’ll do regardless of the fuck I would like.”

I moan-hissed, and the nook of his mouth lifted for a split-second.

May he learn my wrestle that effectively? Or was he giving me an out? An excuse to present in, with out dropping my pleasure?

He moved his hand simply an inch—till his thumb pressed in opposition to my clit and his fingers pushed my panties inside.

And nonetheless, I squeezed my thighs collectively regardless of eager to unfold them for him.

“Open, princess.”

I shook my head. This was not a good suggestion. How did we get so far?

He moved his fingers, utilized stress, and moved my panties out and in.

My thoughts raced, jumped from thought to thought, whereas I attempted to disregard his ministrations—and my physique.

To no avail.

Fuck, this man knew what he was doing. I may really feel myself getting wetter, may really feel myself wanting to only give in, open my legs for him, and do no matter he advised me to do.

However what if I couldn’t? What if I received scared? Alex was simply an excessive amount of to deal with.

“Okay.” I lastly relented.

“Okay, what?”

“Okay. Let’s have it your approach. I’ll faux to be your girlfriend. I’ll fake-date you. Okay?”

His deep chuckle was scary. “No deal.”

He tightened his grip.

My pussy clenched violently. “What? Why?”

“Right here’s the brand new deal. “We’re fake-dating, however real-fucking.”

I stared at him and whispered, “That’s a nasty thought, Alex.”

He stared again at me, a hearth burning in his darkish eyes. “I’m the king of dangerous choices, princess. Yet another gained’t harm.”

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