“Please, what?” I twisted my finger, curling it, dragging it against the soft, sensitive walls inside her. She tasted divine. I groaned, shoving my fingers back inside her, thrusting, curling, teasing. This time, I went deeper, stroking, teasing. I found that sensitive little spot that made her body go weak and pressed against it ruthlessly. Her thighs trembled. Her walls clenched tight again, desperate, begging. She got close. But I ripped my fingers away again. She whined. A frustrated, broken sound. “Simon, please—” I gripped her jaw, tilting her face up. Making her look at me. Her lips were swollen, wet from the cries and gasps that had slipped past them. Beautiful. “You don’t get to beg,” I said, my voice low, dangerous. “Not after what you did.” “What?” Her eyes shone with confusion. She was too wrecked to understand, to think properly. Good. I slipped my fingers past my lips, licking away the taste of her, savoring her. And then I stood, leaving her panti
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