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What I’d give to ruin him right back.
“Sanchez.”
If I had a dollar for every time Adrien said my name, I’d be the richest person in this room. Probably. I couldn’t really wrap my head around how much a billion dollars was, and according to the internet, he had a whole bunch of those, so.
“Tell me what you like,” he murmured.
My throat was starting to go dry. I tried to think of the sexiest possible way to answer him, but my brain had melted into lusty goo.
He tutted when I took too long to answer, like he was getting impatient with my rebellious little pauses. “Tell me how you like to be fucked, pretty girl.”
My heart stopped, my mouth slighting open.
Pretty girl.
The nickname fluttered through me, feeding the fiery ache between my thighs. I very much wanted him to call me that again. And again, and again, and again.
Before or after he makes you choke on his dick?
During. Definitely during.
What have you become?
“I’ll tell you after you touch me,” I managed.
“I’ll touch you after you ask nicely.”
I was so turned on it was starting to become uncomfortable. My hips and thighs squirmed, and his gaze dropped down to the motion, his jaw flexing.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I really couldn’t. The air had turned electric, my body was on fire, the planet was depleted of oxygen, and I was going to detonate.
And that was exactly what happened—I detonated.
I erupted in a way that stripped me of all rational thought and reason. In a way that could only end up backfiring. But I didn’t care.
He wanted to play this game?Fine.
In one fluid—and incredibly frustrated—movement, I yanked off my jacket and tossed it onto the floor. Then I went for my shirt.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“What you won’t do.” I threw my shirt on top of my jacket.
I was wearing a burgundy lace bra and matching thong, courtesy of the honeymoon lingerie collection Luke had so kindly picked out for me.
Adrien’s eyes went black.
Lighting. Thunder. Somewhere in the distance, sirens.
The hand he'd braced on the wall dropped to his side.
“Ria.”
It was in the look he gave me. The tone of his voice.
“You can run your smart mouth all you want, throw your punches, pick fights, continue to torment me however you see fit… but I get to respond howIsee fit.”
And how exactly did he plan to retaliate if he wouldn’t even touch me? Hadn’t thought this one through very well, had he?
