Chapter 33~ Tortured

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Abby Madden

Since when am I so fucking bold?

It seems like the second his fingers touch my skin I forget about the whole, one time only thing I told myself before as I lean up helping him slip his hand into my shorts.

I let out a shaky exhale when I felt him push two fingers against my underwear. I knew I should have worn a matching set...But I guess the white and pink match, a bit.

He groans and leans down to whisper something in my ear, "you're fucking drenched" he murmurs as my hand slides up his torso to rest on his hard abs, slowly running my fingers along all the new tattoos he's gotten.

Be bold

But I don't-BE BOLD

"For you" I whisper, my eyes widening at my own words that I did not plan on saying. That was consy, someone had to do it.

His hand pulls out of my shorts and an unwanted whimper leaves my lips, I feel two hands on my hips before I'm being lifted up and my ass hits a cold counter.

Before I could say anything I feel his lips come crashing onto my neck with a grunt, my hands find the counter under me and my head falls back as my eyes slam shut when he sucks hard on that one sweet spot.

"And only me" his hands slide down my thighs before making their way back up, his touch sending fire down my body and skin as his tongue darts out while he sucks on my neck.

I bite down on my bottom lip containing the moans begging to leave my lips, "or else?" I challenge ignoring how my body betrays me and wetness floods my underwear once his teeth graze my skin.

"I'll fucking kill them" he answers without hesitation and I let a scoff leave my lips, "then, I'll fuck you, and this time I won't go easy" he grits, his hand slipping inside my shorts.

He was going soft then? What the fuck, there is no way he was going easy on me three years because fuck-I still remember how my legs ached, how I screamed his name. If that was going easy, I wonder what is him going hard.

I only get wetter thinking about it, his hand rests on my lower stomach as he says "can I touch you?"

I blush at how fast I nod, "words baby, say it" he presses as he kisses along my jaw. My mouth tilts open a bit and my eyebrows furrow as he kisses around my sweet spot "yes, please" I fucking whine.

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