The Nymph Wants to be Plundered - Chapter 39

“Cass—Cassis, please—”

“No.” His hand fisted in her hair, tilting her head back. “You don’t get to beg yet. Talk. Why did you stay in that tower? Why were you panting like a bxtch in heat?”

Her whimper sent a pulse of lust straight to his cxck.

“I—I couldn’t—!”

“Couldn’t what?” He dragged his thumb over her bottom lip, smearing the dampness there. “Couldn’t stop rubbing your cxnt while you thought of me?”

She jerked like he’d struck her. God, she was so fxxxking transparent. The scent of her—sweet salt and slick arousal—had been clinging to her skirts for hours.

“Answer.”

Trembling, she squeezed her thighs together. A useless effort. The evidence was already dripping down her inner thighs. “Y-yes,” she choked out.

Cassis laughed, low and dark. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, I—I touched myself.” The confession spilled out, ragged. “I couldn’t stop thinking about… your hands. Your mouth. What you’d feel like—oh fxxx—”

His palm cracked against her a*s, making her yelp. “And you didn’t think to come to me?” He crowded her against the desk, scattering ancient tomes. “You’d rather fxxxking suffer?”

Evelyn’s breath came in shallow gasps. “I thought you’d—hnn—punish me.”

“Smart girl.” He hooked a finger into the soaked fabric of her underwear, tearing it aside. “But you’re wrong.” His voice dropped to a growl. “This isn’t punishment.”

Two fingers plunged into her without warning.

She screamed, back arching as he curled them deep, scissoring her open. “Fxxx! Too much—!”

“No.” He bit the shell of her ear, fingers pumping ruthlessly. “This is what happens when you lie. When you deny me.” Her cxnt clenched around him, gushing. “Look at you. Dripping like a w***e. Couldn’t even last a day without my touch, could you?”

Evelyn sobbed, nails clawing at the desk. “N-no—ah!”

A third finger stretched her, the burn making her writhe. “Next time,” Cassis snarled, “you come to me. Or I’ll make you beg for hours before I let you c*m.”

She came with a broken scream, thighs shaking, her release soaking his hand.

Cassis licked her slick from his fingers, eyes never leaving hers. “Now. Let’s try this again.” He unbuckled his belt with his free hand. “Why did you stay in the tower?”

Cassis’s pupils dilated, his gaze dropping to where her thighs pressed together in shame. A predator’s smile curled his lips as he inhaled deeply—as if he could scent her arousal from here.

“So you hid in the shadows,” he murmured, “too embarrassed to admit how dripping wet you were for me?” His thumb brushed her lower lip. “Tell me, little rabbit—did you clench your thighs together like this when you thought of my hands on you?”

Evelyn’s whimper was answered enough.

He tsked, dragging a single fingertip down her throat, over the frantic pulse. “I never touched you in that tower… which means you did this to yourself.” A dark chuckle. “Fingers buried in your c**t, imagining it was me?”

“N-no—!”

“Liar.” His hand seized her wrist, forcing her palm against the soaked fabric between her legs. Heat radiated through the material. “Feel that? You’re still throbbing.” His breath scorched her ear. “How many times have you come thinking of me?”

Her hips jerked involuntarily.

“Ah. There it is.” Cassis’s free hand slid beneath her skirts, finding bare skin. “No small clothes? How… convenient.” A groan rumbled through him as his fingers met slick folds. “F**k. You’re ruined.”

Evelyn arched against her will as he circled her c**t—once, twice—before plunging two fingers deep.

“This is what you wanted in that tower, wasn’t it?” His thrusts matched the rhythm of his words. “My fingers fxxxking you open while you begged?”

She came with a sob, her inner walls fluttering around him. Cassis watched, enthralled, as pleasure wrecked her body—then licked his fingers clean with a satisfied hum.

“Now,” he purred, unbuckling his belt with his clean hand, “let’s see if you can take the rest of me.”