Five’s POV He slid two fingers through my folds, coating them thoroughly before pushing inside. I gasped, my hips jerking. “Are you defying me?” He asked in a low, mocking tone, “or you’re simply daring me to see how far I’ll go.” He thrust into me. “Fuck you,” I ground out, fighting back the moan. “We’ll get to that,” he promised darkly, “but for now, answer me.” I completely ignored him, fighting back the pleasure that built. He pulled his fingers out completely, then slipped them in again. He fucked them into me slowly at first, then harder, curling against that sensitive spot while his thumb found my clit. His pace was punishing. I cried, feeling the pleasure build fast—too fast. My thighs started to shake. The edge rushed toward me, sharp and overwhelming. Just as my walls began to flutter he pulled free. I whimpered, my hips chasing his hand. "Not yet." He hummed, enjoying every second of this. “You’re going to beg, Five.” I swallowed, wantin
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