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He switches my wrists to one hand and moves the other one to my pelvis to hold me down.
“I’m in control here, temptress. You don’t get to move, come, or even breathe unless I say so.” The intense look in his eyes makes my breath stutter.
How the fuck can this man control me with one look?
He slows his movements, making sure I feel every inch of him gliding across my core. I try to squirm in desperation to have more of him, but his strong hand keeps me from moving my hips.
“Show me what you can do. Make me come,” I beg.
He growls, his eyes filling with lust. His thrusts quicken, bringing me closer to my release. My eyes roll back in my head, eventually closing, as my breathing falters with each rapid thrust.
I’m going to come.
I’m about to…
Ace roars, and quickly jumps off me. The loss of his touch is like a bucket of cold water on my orgasm. A desperate whine escapes me, the blissful explosion I was about to feel quickly fading away, only frustrating me more.
“What the fuck?” I gasp, propping up on my elbows.
“You don’t get to fucking come, temptress. I might be willing to think about it if you talk.”
Is he really trying to negotiate an orgasm right now?
I’m so close to saying yes, but I won’t. Not even for an orgasm. “Not a chance, asshole. But it looks like you may need to come. That looks painful,” I say, gesturing toward the massive hard-on.
He shrugs as if it’s of no inconvenience to him. “Okay, your choice.” Turning, he reaches into his pocket, pulling out what I assume is a key from his pocket to unlock the door and storms out of the room. Damn, I should’ve been going for that as well as the phone.
“You could send Blais in here. At least he knows how to make a woman come!” I yell as he slams the door. Something halfway between a growl and a laugh sounds on the other side.
Fucking asshole.
Falling back on the bed, I let out a frustrated sigh.
Ace Lennox is the king of assholes.
What the fuck is wrong with me? How could I let her get that far and make me look like a fucking fool? She’s great at using her body like the temptress she is, but I should have my shit together better than I do.
Goddamn. I really need to get myself in check.Especially my dick.
Leaning my forehead against the locked door, I can feel my raging hard-on pressing forcefully against my pajama pants. It hurts so fucking bad that I’m about to whip it out right now and take care of it in the hall. If she wasn’t so damn stunning, sexual, and tempting, maybe she wouldn’t affect me the way she does.
I growl when I hear her frustrated noises behind the door. It was supposed to feel good leaving her, longing for an orgasm, but I’m tempted to go in there and finish her off. Fuck, I’ll even stand there and watch her get herself off—that would be a sight to see.
God, Ace, don’t let her get to you.
Everything about her pisses me off.
I fucking hate her, but at the same time, I can’t seem to stay away from her. That damn mouth of hers makes me want to grab her by the throat and slam her into the wall so she’ll shut the fuck up with her sassy retorts, but on the other hand, I want to ravish her body leaving no inch of it unmarked.
I want to leave cuts and bruises all over her to remind her exactly who’s in control, who holds the power. Then I want to fucking worship her delicious body right after to show her that pain can be pleasure.
Fuck me.
My head is so fucked up right now.
She’s a problem that needs to be resolved.
Walking across the hall to my room, I slam the door shut behind me.
