“Come for me now, Spencer.”
And that ball liquified and exploded into a gush of feminine juices, her helpless cry bouncing against the walls of her bedroom as her body responded to his command. She came, and came, and came, came until she was all emptied out, and when she finally managed to pry her eyes open…
Etienne was smiling down at her, and Spencer was immediately suspicious. “Are you—ah!”
His fingers had started stroking the still-wet triangle between her legs.
“Did you think we were already done?”
Chapter Seven
“The first thing you must understand about my kind,” Etienne murmured, “is that we are addicted to pleasure.” One finger thrust inside of her as he spoke, and Spencer could only gasp and tremble, her mind once again starting to unravel at the thought that it was Etienne penetrating her with his finger.
“For every Caro, there is always one form of pleasure that will be more addictive over all the others, and for me…” Etienne’s finger started to move. “It’s all about this.” And his finger went deep, so, so deep that she felt he had claimed even parts of her she never knew existed.
“Having sex…”
And his voice grew thick.
“Fucking…”
So, so thick with lust it had her whimpering.
“As for the best type of fucking, I like it a lot when I hear my woman moaning…”
And she did moan, just couldn’t help but moan with the way he had punctuated the words with a deep, forceful shove of his finger.
“While telling me…” Another finger thrust inside of her. “She wants me to do all the dirtiest things to her…”
A third finger penetrated her without warning, and she cried out.
“Do you want that, mi vavli?”
Clouded hazel eyes lifted to his as she choked out, “Y-Yes.”
“Then say it clearly,” Etienne rasped.
“I want…I want you…” Her skin turned pink under his gaze, and he watched her swallow just before whispering shakily, “I want y-you to do all the dirtiest things to me.”
“Do you mean that?”
“Yeeeeees.”
“Then if I tell you I need you to obey me without question every time I fuck you, will you do it?”
Her body tightened at what he was asking for, and she could only sob out her answer. “I will.”
A fiendish smile curved over his lips, and Etienne purred, “Good girl.”
“Does it hurt?” Before she could answer, he pressed on, saying mockingly, “Maybe you want me to be gentler—”
“No!” And the way her horrified gaze actually flew up to him in protest had Etienne’s cock jutting out in response. “So you want it rough, mi vavli?”
“Y-Yes—” And then she couldn’t say anything anymore because he was doing as she had asked, and now it was just so much rougher, the smooth, steady pace of his earlier thrusts replaced by abrupt, forceful shoves that hurt so, so good.
It was so unbelievably good that she could feel her eyes rolling back, but the moment her head started to fall, she heard him growl, “Keep your eyes on my fingers.”
And so her gaze snapped back to his fingers. Those beautiful, long fingers that seemed hell-bent on destroying her pussy, and the thought had her panting. Hard. How would it feel if that were to happen…and that was it for her.