CHAPTER 10

ISLA

I bit down on his hand, desperate to stifle the sounds tearing through me.

His other hand slid up to squeeze my breast, fingers pinching my nipple through the blouse. The combined sensation made my back arch into him.

Say thank you.

I moaned. “Th—thank you—”

“Good girl,” he muttered, hips driving harder.

Make her come.

My walls fluttered around him, my body already winding tight.

“No—too soon—”

No such thing.

He bent his knees slightly, angling his thrusts until—

“Oh—” My head hit the pillar.

Right there.

“Yes—”

He hit it again, again, each stroke deliberate, ruthless.

“You’re squeezing me,” he groaned.

She’s close.

“I—ah—” My...