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Monster

Author: Calliee
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-01 17:26:58

CHAPTER ELEVEN

The brownie was gone, but the ache it left behind was unbearable.

I adjusted and sat on the cold marble floor, legs spread, skin flushed, my body betraying every ounce of self-control I had left. My nipples were stiff peaks, brushing against the cool air, and between my thighs… I was soaked, on the edge.

I pressed my thighs together, rocking slightly, trying to find relief, but it only made things worse. My clit pulsed like it had its own heartbeat. I needed him. God, I needed him so badly.

And then… I heard his steps. I didn’t even lift my head.

I was too far gone.

He walked in, and the moment his eyes landed on me… sprawled out, chest rising in shallow gasps, pupils blown wide… his smile turned wicked.

“Well, well…” he said, his voice dripping with amusement. “Did you touch yourself while I was gone?”

I shook my head, quickly, like a good girl.

But that wicked smirk only deepened.

“Still so obedient… but look at you.” He crouched in front of me, his fingers running li
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