Chapter 18. His Coldness

Before she could comprehend what he had said, he pushed her against the table, her bare back hitting the cold surface of the table. He held her strapped hands above her head and thrust two fingers inside her without warning.

A sharp jolt ran through her, not expecting it. He kissed the side of her mouth as his fingers moved in and out of her wet pussy.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he whispered in her ear, taking her lips in his and kissing her senseless.

She let out a soft moan and Rico increased the pace of his fingers. He went deeper and faster, rubbing her clit with his thumb.

She tried to move her strapped hands, but Rico held them, pinning them to the table. “You don’t get to touch yourself yet,” he said against her lips.

Calla was going insane, she wanted to touch herself. She wanted to run her fingers through his thick, black hair. Her nipples were hard and neglected, she wished he’d suck on them.

But she couldn’t say anything.

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