Braelyn's POV
His bulge was still pressed against my aching core. My brain couldn't process much of what was happening, and my smile grew more cruel at his creative punishment.
"How… does that feel?" he asked softly, almost lazily, like he already knew the answer.
I swallowed, too humiliated to speak. My mouth opened, then closed, and I lowered my gaze further, unable to admit just how twistedly thrilled I was, how much I had craved this punishment, how desperate I'd been for him.
His smirk grew, the faintest curl of his lips visible under the mask. "It was perfect, wasn't it?" he murmured. "Exactly how a bad Viper should feel exposed, needy, trembling, and utterly yours… even when I don't touch you."
His words struck me.
I tried to clench my legs instinctively which was hopeless since he had my legs wrapped around his waist.
