My eyes round when he harshly jerks my yellow thong, the lace easily tearing beneath his strength.
“Zade…” I gasp, attempting to close my legs to block the freezing rain from my exposed core. He deflects my attempts, prying my knees apart until the rain batters against my center. I squeal from the sensation, sucking in a sharp breath.
Zade may resemble a God, but he’s never been the forgiving type.
Adjusting his grip to the underside of my thighs, he pushes my legs back until my knees are hiked up to my ears, and my pussy is completely bared to the unforgiving elements.
“Zade!” I shout, my hands shooting out to cover myself.
“Touch yourself, little mouse. Let me see how hard you can make yourself come,” he orders, his voice thick with desire.
“I’m not—” He bars his left arm across both thighs and uses his now free hand to swipe my hands away. Before I can ask what the hell he’s doing, he delivers a sharp slap straight on my pussy.
I yelp loudly, pain lancing through my clit and up my spine. The only reprieve is with his body now leaning over me, the rain is no longer pounding against my sensitive core.
“What the fu—”
“What did I just tell you to do, Adeline? Don’t make me ask you again.”
My mouth flops, the words having escaped me. He stares up at me, his face cast in a severe expression that brokers no room for argument.
Biting my lip, I contemplate arguing with him. But it takes all of two seconds to come to a single conclusion.
I don’t want to.
Keeping my gaze locked on his, I slowly slide my hand back to the apex of
my thighs, the gathering slickness having nothing to do with the rain.
Reluctantly, as if he can’t decide if he wants to watch my face or my hand, he pulls his gaze away and settles those yin-yang eyes on my pussy. Right as I’m dipping a finger inside me.
His nostrils flare, and his hand on my thigh becomes bruising.
“Fuck,” he mouths silently, his eyes flaring with heat. Heat that extends to me, spreading like wildfire until the pattering rain against my flesh is a balm to the incessant burn.
Dragging my finger out of my pussy, I circle my finger across my clit, my mouth falling open and a husky moan slipping past my lips.
Pleasure exudes from where my digit continues to circle, and I can’t help but rock my hips against my own hand, seeking a touch past my own. A touch that would be rougher, firmer—better.
Ignoring my body's silent plea, I focus on my ministrations, my head kicking back as my orgasm builds.
Zade lifts up, removing his arm from across my thighs and taking up his former position of kneeling before me with his hands firmly holding my knees to the ground on either side of me.
This way, his body is no longer providing protection against the rain, the cold drops of water like ice between my legs.
I lift my head, my heart thundering as Zade’s eyes sear through me. The knowledge that he is watching everything I’m doing to myself only heightens the pleasure. I’ve never been so turned on in my life, and the unfiltered moans are impossible to control.
I’m too lost in the moment to care about how loud I am. Too high on the euphoria coursing through my system as I reach that cliff.
Sensing my stiffening limbs, Zade looks up at me and whispers, “Show me how deeply I’ve ruined you.”
My brows contort, and my mouth falls open as I topple over that edge. I cry out, my hips rocking relentlessly, searching for something more.
The orgasm that washes over me is sharp and quick. Before, I would've been satisfied with that. But now, with the cruel man kneeling before me, I feel fucking robbed.
I keep my mouth closed, the downpour and wind seeming silent now that my moans have ceased.
A wicked smirk forms on his lips, emphasizing the scars on his face.