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“But tonight, you and I have another score to settle,” he rumbled, soothingly rubbing the cheek he'd just smacked. “So, here's what's going to happen. You're going to change into the green slip, and immediately come back to bed. Any questions?”
“What if I don't listen?”
His fingers dug into my flesh. “Then your sweet little pussy doesn't get fucked, and you don't get to come.”
“Are you sure?” I challenged, a thrill spinning up my chest. “You're willing to punish both of us for my mistake?”
He flipped me again, like I was as light as a pancake. “I said your pussy wouldn't get filled, Sanchez. I have no problem tying your hands to the bedpost and fucking your tits.”
Good lord. “Such a dirty mouth on you,” I chided.
He cupped my bare sex, a devilish smirk pulling at the corner of his sinful mouth as his middle finger teased its way through my soaked folds. “Again, youreallydon’t seem to mind.”
My lips parted to let out a sigh of pure pleasure. “My body and brain aren't exactly on the same page when it comes to you,” I admitted.
He quirked a brow, the thick pad of his finger circling my entrance. “What's your brain telling you?”
“That I shouldn't want this with you.”
“And your body?”
“My body has lost its mind.”
“That's not what I asked.”
I licked my bottom lip. “My body is currently telling me to rebel. It’s wondering what it would feel like to be tied up, watching you fuck my tits. And whether you'd come in my mouth if I asked nicely enough.”
His finger stopped moving, his hooded gaze taking on a new level of intensity.
I smirked. “What? You think you're the only one with a filthy imagination?”
Without warning, his middle finger slid into me, curling at just the right angle. My hips arched, and I gasped as his palm pressed against my swollen clit.
“Do you have any idea how fucking perfect you are?” he growled, sounding utterly pissed off about it.
“Yes,” I responded cheekily.
Then his fingers and palm moved, working me in the most maddeningly perfect way. I squeezed my eyes and lips shut, gripping his forearm.
“Look at me when I'm fucking you, Ria.”
I released a shaky breath, opening my eyes. The problem was, he was looking at me with such heated concentration and intensity, and my body was so fucking attracted to him, that I wasn't going to last very long if I watched him. And I didn’t want him to know how fast he could push me over the edge. His ego was inflated enough as it was.
“Don't you want me to go get changed?” I asked quietly, trying to mask the quiver in my voice.
He retreated his hand, making a rather lewd show of sucking my arousal off his fingers. Then he gently pulled my pants back up, my shirt back down, and kissed the corner of my mouth. “I'll give you one minute.”
Another thrill rushed through me as I sprang off the bed with a light giggle and ran into the closet. I stripped out of my clothes, my underwear, and slipped into the green silk with twenty seconds to spare. Then I reached for the door handle… and proceeded to lock it.
This was going to be so much fun.
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He hada key to the closet. It took him less than a minute to find it.
I was halfway through a fit of laughter when the door ripped open, and Adrien barreled inside. His eyes were blistering, his lips spread into a wicked grin that matched my excitement. I was in his arms in a second, my feet lifted from the carpet. He had a fist in my hair, an arm wrapped tightly around my waist, and I was sandwiched between him and the wall when his lips met mine. He left me no room to breathe.
It was perfect.
