CHAPTER 2: EDGED TO RUIN
VALENTINA’S POV
The glass slides in slow, deliberate inches, gliding halfway and grinding hard against my G-spot.
Pleasure coils vicious and tight in my belly. I bite back the moan clawing up my throat. He yanks the dildo free just as suddenly, leaving me empty, walls fluttering and aching for more.
“Still nothing?” His hand slaps my inner thigh, leaving a blooming red print.
The second edge pushes deeper, twisting inside me while his thumb flicks my c**t in merciless circles.
I pant, t**s heaving, the chain tugging painfully with every breath.
“Silas,” I hiss, the name a threat and a plea all at once.
The dildo rips away again. “Not yet.”
Vibration hums to life on the third edge, a low thrum against the base that turns the glass into a living torment
