“I’m proud of you.”
His fingers trailed down my arm.
“Why?”
“I know it wasn’t easy for you to let me touch you.”
He gripped my waist and then I found myself tugged against him, my back to his front.
“You make me brave, little star.” His hands splayed out across my stomach. “I want this to work. I want to be able to be with you every way a person should be.”
Hearing him say that made my heart race. His admission he wanted this as much as me was everything I’d wanted to hear for so long.
“One day you will.”
He leant down as his fingers trailed higher. I let out a little pant when he cupped my breast, not expecting him to turn this into something a little more sexual.
“I’m running out of patience with myself,” he whispered. “I’m not ready, but I want you all the same. You make me want to forget everything else. I need to devour you.”
I shuddered as his thumb brushed over my nipple, then he gripped it between his thumb and forefinger, twisting it until I mewled in response. His other hand ran lower, meeting the fabric of the top of my jeans.
“I want to mark you all over… but I’m not sure the boys will approve of that.”
My lips curved upwards.
“What they going to do? Say you can’t be part of our five-person relationship any longer? That’s not their choice.”
His teeth grazed my shoulder.
“You won’t stop me?”
I leant back into him.
“No.”
“You and Quinn have a safe word… you need one with me too.”
It hadn’t even crossed my mind, but then again, when Rory spanked me with my hairbrush, he really went to town. It would be wise to invoke a word if he ever took it too far. Then it occurred to me. The perfect word.
“Devil.”
Rory stilled in his movements for the briefest of moments before I felt his chuckle against my back.
“Quinn won’t like that.”
“Quinn doesn’t get a say. Besides, it’ll be our little secret. We both know he’s not really a devil at all. It’s ironic.”
“I like it… Devil it is.”
He flipped open the top button of my jeans. I didn’t exactly freeze, but I did wonder what he was doing. He’d admitted he wasn’t ready for sex, but it was also clear he couldn’t help himself any longer. As his fingers dipped beneath my underwear, I let out a breath. They brushed over my curls before sliding lower. He groaned when he met my wetness. I bucked a little when his fingers slid over my clit, stroking and coaxing me with the gentlest of touches.
“You’re soaked, little star, and it’s all for me,” he murmured before he bit down on my shoulder.
I cried out at the pain his teeth inflicted on my skin. It only made him bite harder. Why did it feel so good when he did this? The way he marked me made me feel alive. I was his. All fucking his. And I was desperate for more.
“Ror, please.”
As if sensing my need, he shifted his hand lower and slid two fingers inside me. His teeth left my shoulder as he let out a choked breath. His hand around my breast tightened. I could hardly see straight anymore as he slid his fingers out before plunging them back in my pussy.
“When I fuck you, I won’t be gentle,” he ground out as his thrusts grew harder and more intense. “I’ll restrain you so you can’t move an inch. The only thing you’ll be able to do is beg for fucking mercy, but I won’t give it to you. No… I’m going to fuck you raw. I want you to tell me no even when your body is screaming yes. I’m going to call you degrading things and treat you like you’re nothing but my little fucktoy. I’ll use you until you can’t take any more. You’ll be a mess by the time I’m done with you.”
Each word he spoke only made me wetter. The thought of him doing all of that to me sent sparks running up my spine. I ground back against him, feeling his cock digging into my back.
“Please,” I moaned.
“You want it, little star? You want to be my fucktoy?”
“Yes, Ror… I want it all.”
There was never any doubt in my mind I wanted everything Rory had to give me. I craved his brutality and darkness.
“Say it.”
“I want to be your fucktoy.”
My voice was all breathy, laced with need. I didn’t care how eager I sounded as if nothing would please me more than to have Rory degrade me. Sucked into the vortex of desire pulsing between us, whipping up waves of heat which licked our skin, scorching it, all I wanted was him.
He bit my shoulder again. This time I shuddered and moaned. The heel of his palm ground against my clit as he pressed another finger inside me. There was nothing gentle about the way he touched me. The way his teeth dug into my shoulder, his fingers twisting my nipple and the pounding he gave my pussy.
My body dangled over the precipice, waiting to be set free. I needed the free fall into bliss but only if he gave it to me. If he commanded it.
“Ror,” I whimpered.
“You want to come, little star?”
“Please.”
His hot breath met my neck as he moved my hair aside. His tongue trailed along the delicate skin above my pulse point.
“Show me you want it.”
My fingers curled into the belt loops of his jeans behind me. I gripped them tightly and ground back against him again. He groaned into my neck as he sucked on the skin.
“I want to come. Please let me. I can’t unless you say yes. You have to tell me to.”
Every part of me was desperate for a release, but I held back. Wanting to please him was like breathing air. It came naturally. I felt him smile against my neck. This
