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Chapter 10 : Gasp!?

⚠️Warning ⚠️ 18+ scene

"What are you doing?" I said, my voice coming out softer than I wanted it to be.

"I'm a person that makes do on his promises, and I promised you I'd rip that dress off of you. And since you don't have it on, I'll just do the next best thing. Mr. Collins gently took hold of my chin, tilting my face upward. His piercing gaze locked onto mine.

"But you said if I were anyone else."

"Yeah, I don't care anymore." I was having a mental battle. He's been such an asshole, and after what he said to me I want to rip his head off, but It's been a minute.

"It's been a long time, so... be gentle, okay?" I said, my voice barely above a whisper, avoiding his gaze so he wouldn't see the nervous flutter in my eyes.

I can't believe those words had actually left my mouth—be gentle?

The thought alone made my cheeks burn with embarrassment. Mr. Collins didn't reply, but his expression shifted into something unreadable, his gaze darkening with intent. One of his hands slid down, finding its way under my nightgown. When his fingers located my clitoris, a sharp jolt of sensation shot through me as he began to rub slow, deliberate circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

I bit down hard on my bottom lip, struggling to stifle the moan threatening to escape. My body betrayed me, arching slightly into his touch, and I silently cursed myself for the heat pooling low in my belly, making it impossible to resist the way he was unraveling me.

"Rowan, moan for me," Mr. Collins spoke in a deep, husky voice that sent a shiver down my spine, intensifying the heat pooling within me. "Rowan, I want to hear you moan loudly for me."

I wanted to refuse, to push him away, but my body betrayed me, a soft moan escaping my lips before I could stop it. His smirk deepened, a flicker of satisfaction crossing his face as he watched me beneath him.

Without hesitation, he slid two fingers inside me, his movements deliberate and slow at first. Each motion sent a wave of heat coursing through my body, and I couldn't suppress the shiver that followed. His fingers worked in a steady rhythm, leaving me breathless and unable to think clearly.

"Jesus, your pussy is so wet, and I barely even touched you." My moans grew louder as his pace quickened, each movement drawing me further into a haze of pleasure. He shifted slightly, his fingers delving deeper until they found my G-spot. I gasped sharply, my back arching as a surge of intensity coursed through me.

I didn't even know I had one. Goddamn that's good.

"I think I found it." He smiled down at me, a wicked glint in his eyes as he paused, leaving me teetering on the edge. My body tensed, squirming beneath him as a desperate whine escaped my lips.

"Do you want more?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.

I nodded frantically, unable to form words, the ache of unfulfilled pleasure consuming me. I'd never felt this good—never let someone else take me to a place I'd only ever reached on my own.

I never knew that just fingers could feel this good.

"I need you to say it for me like a good girl." I couldn't help but clench at the sound of his low, deliberate sound of his words. His devious, yet relaxed smile told me he'd already memorized another one of my weaknesses that I didn't even know I had.

"Mr. Collins, I want more... please," I said innocently. Flashing me one of his rare smiles. He got up, then unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall to the ground.