HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION (An Erotic Billionaire Romance) novel Chapter 166

Meadow’s POV:

After Alaric released my legs and let me down onto the floor, my legs could barely work. I was starstruck, overly sensitive and in awe of the man standing before me. The control he had and the way he looked at me like I was the most important person in the world all while punishing me like I was the most stubborn.

I was shaking, my ass raw from the strokes he’d given me, core pulsing and still aching for release. My inner thighs were soaked and every nerve had become sensitive.

And he hadn’t even fucked me yet.

Alaric’s gaze dropped to my nipples, which still had the nipple clamps attached to them, and he stuck his tongue out and swiped it along his bottom lip.

I swallowed as he yanked me forward, leaning in. And just when I thought he was about to kiss me, he snapped the hooks of my bra open from behind-it had been sitting beneath my breasts all this while.

A soft gasp escaped my mouth when his lips brushed against mine lightly… so light. And then he turned around and walked ahead of me, his steps slow and steady as he climbed up to the podium at the other end of the room.

The first thing he did was take off his shirt. My heart stuttered as I watched his muscles ripple, his tattoos somehow more pronounced underneath the lighting.

And then I followed his hands as they reached for the zipper of his pants. Alaric kept his eyes on me, smirking when he noticed the expression on my face.

I was impatient. I wanted to go over there and take what I wanted instead of letting him tease me. But I knew that if I did that, Alaric would punish me again.

And possibly not let me cum.

And god. I wanted to cum. So badly.

“You like this?” he murmured. I could hear him from where I was-that was how pin-drop silent the room was. ”

– Watching me strip for you?”

Biting down hard on my bottom lip, I nodded. “Yes.”

He pusked the waistband of his pants down along with his boxer briefs, and my jaw dropped so fucking hard.

Not as hard as his cock was though.

God.

Oh my fucking god.

It felt like I was seeing him for the first time all over again

—the thickness, the curve, the ladder piercing glinting from underneath the shaft.

And then, he lowered himself to the throne like he was…royalty. Like it was made for him.

Which it was, obviously.

I was his to command at this point. His subject. All the air escaped my lungs at the sight of him spreading his legs wide, his cock… hard

So

Fucking.

Hard.

Before my brain could catch up, I was already lowering myself to the floor, getting on my knees for him. He didn’t ask me to crawl, but I wanted to.

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