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Horrified, I glare at him. “That was my favorite one, you asshole!”
He doesn’t even try to look guilty. “It was in the way.”
I struggle now, anger overtaking my feelings, but he isn’t having any of it. His hand comes to my throat, tightening. “I’m not done yet.”
The command in his tone, the pleasure in his eyes at seeing me fight against him, makes me submit to him. There is no fear in me, just a desire to obey him, along with lingering annoyance.
He kisses my cheek in apology. “I’ll get you a new one, as many as you want. In fact,” he exhales against my neck, “I’ll close the store down, and you can parade every one for me and then when you’re done, I’ll take you to the changing room and fuck you raw in the one that you like.”
The promise in his voice draws mental images for me that have me whimpering in his hold.
“I want to take you in so many ways right now.” His hand comes to settle on my breast as he pulls me into an upright sitting position on the counter, my legs wrapped around his waist.
“I want you on your hands and knees, sucking my cock, naked.”
My eyes darken, and I suddenly want to do that.
I want to see him watching me as I use my mouth to drive him wild, to crack that exterior of his till he shatters because of me.
A hand comes to pinch my nipple and I let a whine escape me as he continues describing what else he wants from me.
“I’ll handcuff you to the bed and we can experiment with as many toys as you want till dawn. I guarantee you won’t be walking anywhere for a week after that.”
“Zayn, please.”
I can’t help it as I beg him.
His lips curve, and I read the intent in his eyes as he steps back. “Spread your legs. Go on.”
Sitting on the edge of the kitchen counter, I widen my legs.
Pleased at how pliant I am being, he asks, a sadistic gleam in his eyes. “Do you want my cock, Eve?”
I swallow, fighting against the defiance in me which pushes me to tell him to fuck off. This is a submission of sorts, something that I crave from Zayn. Because I need him. I want this.
So I nod.
He must have seen the struggle on my face, and he reaches out and touches my face, a gentle whisper, telling me how pleased he is with me.
“You have to say it, darling. I need your words.”
I bite my lower lip before saying. “I want it. Please.”
“Then make yourself come first.”
I still at his words.
He pulls the stool nearby out and sits down on it. “I want to see you put on a show for me. Use your fingers and show me how you get yourself off.”
This is too much.
Isn’t it?
However, I find my hands reaching for my pussy as he watches me, intently. “Open it. Show me.”
The way his jaw tightens tells me enough about his state of mind. He wants his hands on me, but he also wants to play with me.
I thrust a finger inside of myself, moaning at how sensitive my nerves are.
