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The next swipe of my thumb went higher to the swell of her breast. Stella sucked in a breath that made me want to smile. “Ladies choice,” I reminded her. “All you need to do is⁠—”

“Yes,” she hissed.

That didn’t make me want to smile, I wanted to shout in triumph.

I didn’t do either.

I toyed with my prey.

What could I say? I was an animal, a predator who’d snared his quarry.

CHAPTER THIRTY

“Left hand up on my shoulder,” Cash commanded.

What the hell was I thinking saying yes?

I wasn’t, that was my problem. All it had taken was being on the receiving end of Cash’s intensity and I’d caved.

Thankfully, I’d managed not to beg. So far at least, but the longer he kept up his maddeningly soft touch—a barely there skim over the swell of my breast—the more I feared I was going to break down and plead for more.

And the fuck of it was, he knew exactly what he was doing.

Yet, like a sex-starved fiend looking for a treat, I did as he asked.

“Use your right hand to undo your jeans.”

I fought back a shiver, but when his hand cupped my breast and his thumb circled my nipple, I lost the battle.

“Consider this your last warning.” The gravel in his tone made my pussy clench. “For every second you delay following an order, is time I add delaying giving you what you need. I told you we could play this game all night. But I promise you, I’ll win. And when I claim my victory it’ll be with you sobbing and begging for release.”

His promise touched a deep dark place inside of me that I’d never admit I had. The one that Cash had homed in on like he instinctively knew it was there. The place I denied with savage defenses.

“You could⁠—”

A swift tug of my hair shut me up, but worse, the moan I couldn’t control slipped past my lips, drawing a smile from Cash.

“Your input is no longer needed, Stella. I give an order. You obey. You reap the reward.”

Obey.

I yanked my head forward, causing pain to spread over my scalp. “I don’t obey anyone,” I spat. “Especially a man.”

That beautiful smile turned lethal. “You’ll obey me, baby girl.”

Before I had a chance to tell him that was never going to happen, he pinched my nipple until another uncontrollable groan became audible. He stopped increasing the pressure and held the pain exactly where I needed—not too much, just right.

“Unbutton your pants.”

Like an idiot I followed his order. I did so glaring at him, which did nothing but make his smile deepen.

“If I remember correctly, and I know I do because every second is burned into my brain, you like the bite of pain. I didn’t get to test how far I could take you. How about we do that now?”

He didn’t wait for my answer before he twisted my nipple. However, it wasn’t the delicate dance between pain and pleasure I was concentrating on. I was captivated by the way Cash was watching me—full of intent, waiting for my reaction like he craved my reaction to sadism.

“How wet are you for me, baby girl?” he growled. I blinked, his voice pulling me back into my body. “Fucking gorgeous.”

Suddenly his hand in my hair was gone. He shifted his hips back and his hand went down the front of my jeans. No finesse. Just straight in under my panties, not stopping until two fingers invaded and the heel of his palm was over my clit.