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She tensed, her hands coming up to pull at my hair. I rubbed my tongue back and forth over her nipple, circling it, and sucking on it until her back arched.
“Does that feel good?” I murmured against her skin.
She nodded, biting her lip, but that wasn’t enough for me. I released her breast with a soft pop, my mouth leaving it shiny and well-sucked.
“Tell me how good it feels.”
“Why?” she demanded, annoyance flashing in her hazy eyes.
I grinned, enjoying her fight down to my soul. Nothing felt like going head-to-head with my little Cinderella. It drove everything else out of my mind. Poisonous memories and anxious thoughts disappeared as soon as she lanced me with a well-placed insult or stepped up to me, angling her sharp chin at an obstinate angle, like she was itching for a fight.
“Because I want to hear you admit it. Tell me how good it feels to get so wet and desperate for my touch…me – the guy you hate more than anyone else.”
I thumbed her other, un-sucked nipple. She considered my words, clearly battling with reluctance, until losing.
She rolled her eyes and huffed. “Fine. It feels good when you touch me. It feels amazing…and I don’t want you to stop. Okay?”
I bit back a chuckle. “Not very poetically put, but sure, it’ll do.”
I swooped down and took her other nipple in my mouth, making her cry out as I ran the pebbled edge against my teeth. Her hands were tugging at my hair, trying to direct me. I enjoyed every sign of her capitulation. Her reluctant fall into lust for a guy shecouldn’t stand was half the turn-on. She wanted me against her better judgment, and that made me a king.
“So, you’re not going to leave me high and dry, like the other night?” she challenged.
“I’ll make you a deal. Tonight, we both get to come,” I offered. Fuck denying her an orgasm. Who had that kind of control? I needed to come with some body part of hers wrapped around my cock, and nothing else would suffice.
I released her tit and kissed down her stomach, shifting myself down the bed.
“What are you doing?” she asked shakily, taking in my position before her.
I undid the button on her jeans and tugged down the zipper. She watched me with bated breath. Her panties were her usual cotton, though today they were peach-colored.
“Lift for me,” I told her thickly.
She followed my command without argument, for once.
I pulled the thick denim down her thighs and tossed it away.
Then, I put my hands on her legs and pressed them apart, ruthlessly forcing her to widen her stance so her pussy was right there before me, concealed only by her panties.
“Did you finish yourself off the other night, maybe in the bathroom?”
“Excuse me?” she said, torn between being offended and turned on.
“I asked if you dared to touch my property without my permission?”
“Your property?”
“Hmmm.” I rubbed a circle against the front of her panties. “While you live here with me, and while you owe me for fucking up my life, this cunt is mine. Actually…this whole body is mine.”
“Yeah, right. Keep dreaming, Anderson…I’ll never be yours,” she breathed.
I slipped a finger under the edge of the panties and swiped it through the sticky wetness coating her folds. “Oh, Cinderella, don’t you know? You already are…you always have been. I’ve been your first everything.”
I put that finger to her lips and pushed inside. “Taste how much you want me. How much you need me.”
“I don’t need you or anyone,” Eve protested, and turned her head to dislodge my finger.
I whistled lowly. “So, you justwantme, then?
