“No! Wait! What?” I’m at a loss for words, but there’s no loss of desire to knock that smugness off his face.
Atlas keeps forcing me to take steps back, and he follows each of mine, not letting even an inch of distance between us.
“I love seeing the animal behind those pretty eyes of yours.”
I’m guessing my I-want-to-smack-you vibes count as that.
“You wait and see how that animal bites,” I snap, as my back hits a wall.
The people around make plenty of room for us, recognizing the predator they have to evade.
Atlas grabs my head, combing his fingers through my hair, and I swat his hands away, trying to get him off me.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Searching for your horns. They must be here somewhere.”
“Very funny,” I scoff, turning away before he sees how my face betrays me.
He did that to mitigate my rage levels, didn’t he? Whether it’s with his touch or with his sense of humor, he knows how to succeed in that endeavor.
“Admit it, I made you smile. More than once, for that matter.”He tries to make me face him, his index finger aiding in that effort.
“Admit it, you were a slippery baby.”
A wicked, lopsided grin stretches across his lips as he casually pulls his phone from his pocket and switches the vibrator back on. My body spasms and I lean forward, bracing on his chest. But then he stops it, giving me the time to straighten up before uttering another word.
“Admit it, you think I’m charming.”
“You are.” His eyes widen in surprise before his expression shifts into pure cheeky delight. “Ted Bundy type of charming.”
“You like me.”
I’ll deny tooth and nail my attraction to him. Too bad my treacherous pussy can’t.
“What horrible taste in men would I have if that were the case?”
“The worst.”
For a moment there, I forget how angry I am, letting the corners of my lips curl ever so slightly, allowing him to see that.
My almost smile falters and disappears when he turns the vibrator back on, making me bury my head into his chest, trying to hide the pleasure overpowering my ability to keep a straight face. Blood-painted nails dig into the skin of his... oh, God, drool-worthy forearms, and the sensation of that tight knot in my belly builds exponentially fast inside me.
“Stop,” I say but the purr in my tone disagrees with me.
He does, but as expected, his game comes with rules.
“Kiss me and I will. Or don’t and have funcomingin a room full of people.”
Does he want to show everyone I would willingly kiss him, or is he that desperate for one?
“No!”
Atlas notches the vibrations a level up, prompting me to brace onto him once more. I endure less than I could hold my breath for before I’m forced to plead, as the orgasm knocks on my door, my bodynot caring in the least I’m in a room full of people. His take on desire as a torture mechanism makes mine look amateur.
“Stop!” It comes out like a fucking plea I mewl, ragged and desperate.
“What did you say, honey? I didn’t quite catch it. You want a kiss?” he coos in my ear, and neither his scent nor his hot breath against my skin helps to clear the desire from my head, or stop me from clenching my thighs.
