Ella Holden pov Marcus cupped my left breast, pulling my hands away as his face hovered close to my tense features. I whispered, embarrassed, “I’m allowed to feel shy, Marcus.” A moan slipped from me when his finger rubbed over my nipple. His own soft sigh followed mine.“And now? Tell me how you feel, little one.” My nails dug into the chair as I sank deeper into the rising pleasure. He kept rubbing, faster, not stopping, his breath uneven. “Come on, Ella. Say it.” I let out a long moan, mixed with a sting of pain, when he pressed the needle into the skin above my breast.“It feels… a mix of pleasure and a little pain.” He kept drawing the letters slowly, his thumb still teasing my nipple, leaving me breathless with heat a
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