But I was soaked and overheated in the best possible way.
Last I’d known, I was in bed alone. Rhys had called earlier to let me know that the meeting with Lars was going to be a while. Between LaQuin and me, we were able to close up the place without a problem.
Without doing everything Rhys usually did, too, but whatever. The effort was there.
I’d driven back to his place to wait for him in bed. Naked. I must’ve fallen asleep, but I was wide awake right then. My lids shot open to see the light was on, dim but enough that I could see him over my shoulder.
And he could see me. All of me.
I could almost feel his gaze locked on my sex as he lifted my hips so my ass was in the air. I had no clue what he’d been doing to me before that point, but whatever it was, it’d been going on for a while. I was wet and restless, and a coil of desire was wrapped tight in my lower belly even before he rubbed the thick head of his cock along my slit.
“Don’t moan,” Rhys ordered. “This isn’t for you.”
“It’s not?”
Because it definitely feels like it’s for me and only me.
He leaned over my body so his gruff words were right in my ear. “No. It’s time to pay your tab, hellcat. Don’t moan. Don’t you dare fuckin’ come. This is only for me. Taking what belongs to me.” He kissed the top of one shoulder, and it took me a second to realize it was my scar. He switched sides and bit that one before muttering more to himself than me, “This damn shoulder.”
And then he readjusted his knees before slamming in.
A moan was forced from my throat—like his dick reached all the way up there to push it out.
His palms rubbed my ass cheeks before squeezing to grip them tight. “What’d I say?”
I bit my bottom lip to keep silent, but the task became impossible as he plunged in deeper—something I didn’t know was possible.
My punishment came quickly when he pulled back until only the tip remained.
I clapped a hand over my mouth.
I would smother myself with a pillow if I had to. Anything to make him move.
He rewarded my obedience by filling me again. I was nearly taken off my knees, and I scrambled to find my footing, working to stay upright.
I’d just gotten it when he slowed anyway.
Then sped up.
Slow, but forceful.
Back to an unrelenting pace.
My body couldn’t acclimate quickly enough before he changed his rhythm to keep me in a circle of pleasure without letting me quite get to the edge I was chasing.
I tried to choke it down, but a sad sound broke free.
Rhys buried himself as deep as he could get before reaching under me to circle my clit. “No moans.”
“It wasn’t a moan,” I said.
“Really? ’Cause it sure sounded like a pitiful moan from my needy hellcat.”
“It was a pitiful whine. Not a moan.”
“Who is this for?” he asked as he lengthened his leisurely plunges.
“You.”
