“I think…” I move in close again, quickly reclaiming the ground I lost, refusing to back down. “You’re still craving that kiss just as much as I am.”
“Ha! Whatever pretty lies you need to tell yourself to get through the night.”
“It’s not a pretty lie, Miss Avery. Iamcraving it. I haven’tstoppedcraving it. And neither have you.”
“If it’s really a kiss you’re after…” She folds her arms and puts a bare foot to my chest, shoving me backward. Then, in a voice as cold as her smile, “Begme for it.”
The fire in her eyes is back, and I know we’re both thinking of that night in my office. Of all the hot, filthy things I did to her on my desk…
Fucking hell.
Maybe I don’t know how to be honest about what I’m feeling.
Maybe she doesn’t know how to stay away from a man who can’t stop hurting her.
Butthisgame? We’ve always been good at this game.
Sofucking good.
So for now, I cling to it. Relish it. Own it as readily as I’m about to ownher.
“Mmm,” I murmur. “You want to put Daddy in his place, then? Teach me a lesson?”
A careless shrug. A disinterested glance at her fingernails. “You’re the one who’s so desperate for my kiss,Daddy. The question is… how far are you willing to go to get it?”
“If you think I won’t get on my knees for you, Westlyn Avery…” I grab her heel and lift it to my shoulder, then slide in close to her once more, nestling my cock snugly between her thighs.
“What… what are you doing?” she breathes, all of her feigned disinterest evaporating like steam on the glass shower door.
“Showing you just how far I’m willing to go to get that kiss.” Then, grabbing her other leg and hitching it over my shoulder, I drop to the floor before her. “If you want to end this, all you’ve got to do is use your words.”
“Fuck off.”
“Now, now,” I say. “We both know those arenotthe words to make me stop. Try again.”
She slides a hand through my hair, then fists it tightly, glaring down at me with a mix of lust and fury, the two emotions at such odds in her eyes I’m honestly not sure which one will win out.
“I swear to the goddess… Ihateyou sometimes.”
A dark chuckle rumbles through my chest. “Hate me all you want. It doesn’t change the fact that youlovethe way I make you feel.”
I’m on her like a madman, sharp claws shredding her thin shorts and panties, baring her to me.
She gasps and spreads her thighs, and I descend, lips and tongue and fangs and hot, frantic breaths, licking and sucking, nibbling her silky skin.
With tight fists, she strokes my horns and rocks against my face, my name falling from her lips again and again in harsh, desperate whispers, as if she doesn’t know whether to push me away or beg me for more.
Well. Now that I’ve gotten such a fine taste, I’m not about to let her push me away.
I lash her with my tongue, spearing her, fucking her, taking, taking,takinguntil she’s all I can taste. All I can feel. All I’ve ever fucking known.
She shatters around my tongue with no more than a last, desperate gasp, her thighs spasming around my head, fingernails digging into my scalp as she comes for me, and I growl against her hot flesh and greedily lick up every last drop of her arousal.
Mine.
* * *
As soon as the breath returns to her lungs, she pushes me away and hops off the vanity counter, the lust in her eyes clearing as quickly as a storm chased off by the sun.
