Page 28 of Savage Ambition

“Bullshit. You’re afraid of what it means that you want this so much. Afraid of what Jace would say if he knew you were bent over a desk, begging for another man’s cock.”

“I’m not begging,” he protested.

“Not yet.” I increased my pace, the friction harsh without lubrication. “But you will. One day, you’ll beg me to ruin you, to take everything you’ve never given anyone else.”

I was torturing myself as much as him, painting vivid pictures of things I couldn’t have here with Salvatore monitoring through the security cameras.

Our hour was ticking away, and I needed to redirect his attention before suspicion arose. I loosened my grip on his neck, creating enough space for what I knew would come next.

“Maybe you should show me what you really want,” I challenged.

He took the opportunity, twisting beneath me with unexpected strength. I allowed him to break free, letting him shove me backward until I was pressed against the desk.

“My turn,” he growled.

I smirked, making sure the camera caught my expression for Salvatore’s benefit. “Look at you, Mr. Big Man. Finally decided to take control?”

“You think this is funny?” Shaw snarled, pushing his erection against my ass. “You think I can’t handle you?”

“Prove me wrong. Show me you’re not just pretending to be dominant.”

He grabbed my shoulders and flipped me over, slamming me onto my back hard enough to knock the breath from my lungs.

“I want to see your face as you realize this isn’t an act,” he said.

Spreading my legs in invitation, I reached for the drawer and pulled out a condom. “Then take what you paid for.”

He snatched it from my hand, tearing the wrapper with his teeth. I watched his hands as he rolled it on, noting they didn’t tremble. Whatever line we’d crossed, hesitation was no longer part of the equation.

“Hurry up,” I taunted, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him closer. “The clock’s ticking. Or are you afraid you’ll finish too quickly once you’re inside me?”

He positioned himself at my entrance, but instead of slamming into me the way I wanted, he pushed in with excruciating slowness.

“I thought you were a quick study,” I complained as I tried to force him deeper.

“I’d rather not be a quick finisher.” He strained with the effort of resisting my attempts at taking control.

The slow pace was maddening as I felt every inch of him slide into me. No one took their time with me. It filled me with a complicated emotion that had no place in my work when I was operating as Dragon. When he was fully seated, he remained still, watching my face with an intensity that excited me.

There was more than one way to make him break. I clenched around him in silent encouragement to move faster. “I wonder what Jace would say if he could see you now.”

He moved with infuriating slowness. “Don’t talk about him.”

“Does he even know you’re gay? Or do you tell him you’re visiting a woman when you come here?”

He thrust harder out of irritation. “Shut up.”

“Uh-oh, did I hit a nerve?” I taunted, arching into him. “You’re honest with me about who you are. Why lie to your so-called best friend?”

Each question chipped away another layer of Shaw’s restraint. His pace increased, the careful control giving way to a more driving pace.

“Does he know how much you love fucking me?” I continued. “How hard you get while thinking about being inside me? At imagining what it’d feel like for me to fuck you?”

“I said shut up,” he growled.

“Make me. Show me what you’re capable of when you’re not pretending to be nice.”

Shaw’s mask dropped. He released my hips to grab my thighs, guiding them over his shoulders as he gave up all pretense of control. His grip was almost bruising in its intensity as each hard thrust drove the air from my lungs.