My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 146: All I Want Is You (4)

Greg toyed with the wand, dragging it slowly—infuriatingly—across her skin.

Left to right. Right to left. Outer thigh to inner. Never where she needed it, never where the ache burned the most.

The vibrations teased, sending shivers up her spine, making her legs twitch in their restraints. Her breath hitched as he grazed the wand higher, only to swerve away at the last moment, his smirk deepening at her unspoken frustration.

Then, just when she thought she knew his game, he shifted course—gliding the device over her stomach, up her arms, before trailing it back down to her chest.

Circling. Taunting.

One breast, then the other, never settling, always just out of reach of true satisfaction.

"Greg..." she whispered, her voice a delicate plea.

But he wasn’t done playing.

Without a word, he reached to the side, fingers closing around the cool steel of his scissors.

Cammy barely had time to process what was happening before—snip.

The sharp blade sliced cleanly through the center of her bra, the tension of the fabric snapping apart in an instant.

Her eyes flew wide, a gasp catching in her throat.

He had moved so fast—so effortlessly—that she hadn’t even been able to protest.

Greg let the ruined lace fall away, his gaze dark and hungry as he admired his handiwork.

"Much better," he murmured, twirling the scissors between his fingers before tossing them aside.

Cammy’s breath came in shallow, uneven pulls.

She was bare. Exposed. Completely at his mercy.

And from the way Greg was looking at her, like a man who intended to ruin her, she knew—

The real torment was only just beginning.

Greg moved closer, his body heat and dominance as he hovered over her, trapping her beneath him.

His mouth found her breast without hesitation, lips wrapping around her sensitive peak. Hot. Wet. Devouring. He licked, sucked, and teased, his tongue flicking with maddening precision.

Meanwhile, the hand still gripping the wand continued its slow, torturous descent—gliding over her stomach, tracing the curve of her hip, dancing along the soft skin of her inner thigh. Never where she craved it. Never where she burned the most.

Cammy writhed beneath him, every nerve in her body electrified, but Greg took his time, savoring her.

No part of her was left untouched. No inch left unexplored.

He worshipped each breast with equal devotion, suckling, teasing—until he was satisfied.

Then, with a slow, deliberate pull, Greg lifted himself away, settling back between her parted thighs.

His free hand—the one that wasn’t driving her insane with the wand—dragged down her stomach, stopping just over the delicate pink lace shielding her from him.

He barely brushed over her lips, the touch so light it was almost cruel.

Then—pressure.

A sharp gasp escaped her as his fingers pressed down, right over her swollen clit.

Greg stilled, his gaze snapping up to hers. He held her there, pinned under the weight of his stare, his expression dark and full of knowing.

Then, that smirk. That damn smirk.

"You like that?" he asked, voice thick with amusement, with power. freeweɓnøvel.com

Mischievous. Wicked. Dangerous.

Cammy’s tongue flicked out, wetting her lips as she swallowed back a shaky breath. "I’m already wet," she admitted, her voice a breathy mix of need and frustration.

She expected him to take that as his cue—to finally end this delicious torment.

But Greg?

He only smirked.

His left hand traced slow, lazy patterns on her inner thigh, making her skin tingle in anticipation. Meanwhile, the wand in his right hand moved with agonizing precision, gliding up the length of her leg—inch by maddening inch—until it hovered just above the delicate pink lace of her underwear.

He started at her navel, pressing the vibrating tip just below her belly button, before dragging it downward... slowly... torturously...

Until it stopped—right above where she ached for him most.

"Ahh..." A moan slipped from her lips as her body instinctively reacted, her thighs twitching, her back arching. She tried to lift her legs, to press into him, to get more, but the restraints held her down—tightening deliciously around her ankles as she struggled.

Greg watched her with dark amusement, eyes glinting with pure wickedness.

Then, with the most devastating smirk, he began to circle the wand around her sensitive core, never quite touching where she needed it. The sensation was electric, sending hot waves of pleasure rippling through her body.

She squirmed. She moaned. Louder. Needier.

And then—suddenly—

The vibration stopped.

Cammy’s eyes snapped open in confusion as she gasped at the abrupt loss. What—?!

Greg let out a low, knowing chuckle. "Let’s see how it performed," he murmured, his tone dripping with satisfaction.

Before she could process his words, something cold—metallic—slid against her skin.

Her breath caught.

Then—snip.

The last piece of lace clinging to her body was cut away, the fabric falling apart, leaving her utterly, completely bare.

Greg exhaled in satisfaction, tossing the ruined underwear aside as his gaze roamed over her newly exposed form.

"Perfect," he whispered, his voice dark and full of promise.

Greg smoothly transferred the wand to his left hand, his grip firm yet effortless. His now-free right hand moved with purpose, his middle finger gliding through her slick heat, tracing her from top to bottom in one slow, agonizing stroke.

The moment he reached her entrance, just barely grazing the edge, her hips jerked involuntarily, a sharp, needy reaction to his touch.

His smirk deepened.

Without pushing in, he made a slow, deliberate scooping motion, collecting the evidence of her arousal on his fingertip. Then he lifted his hand, inspecting it with dark satisfaction.

"So wet," he murmured, almost in awe, as if admiring a work of art. He locked eyes with her, the heat in his gaze making her pulse throb even harder. "I love it."

Before she could even catch her breath, he pressed his thumb against the power button.

The wand came alive once more.

At the same time, his right hand moved with calculated precision—fingers parting her soft folds, exposing her swollen, aching clit.

Then—contact.

The vibrating wand pressed against her most sensitive spot, the intensity so sudden, so overwhelming, that she nearly came undone right then and there.

"Oh my God! Fuck, Greg! Ahh!"

The cry tore from her lips as her head snapped back against the pillow, her body arching off the bed in pure, uncontrollable pleasure.

Greg watched her come apart, his expression utterly mesmerized, utterly possessive.

She was his.

And he was going to make sure she knew it.