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Before Frankie even knew what she was doing, she’d let herself go, yielding control. She cried out, burying her hands in his hair as she rocked her hips into him.
Closer. Closer.
Burning need built inside her, nearly reaching an apex. Far quicker than she was used to.
Her core grew warmer, and she felt herself slicken, preparing for an uncontrollable orgasm. Fuck, he was feasting on her like he was an animal, more rabid and wolfish than she’d ever seen. She threw back her head and howled. She came out of her skin all at once, bucking and writhing. Until she felt like she’d left herself. An out-of-body experience.
The red digits of a nearby clock flashed as she clutched hold of Jace’s head, taking her pleasure. 3:00 a.m. She didn’t know why she marked the time, nor did she care. She was going to have wild sex with a man she barely knew, but she wanted Jace inside her, his hands and lips and tongue and cock exploring her again.
Now.
“Jace,” she panted, crashing down from her climax. “I want you inside me.”
He chuckled. “You sure? She was just getting used to me.” He petted her slit like she was his favorite pet.
Frankie’s eyes flashed, and she growled, teasing. “I’m not your plaything.”
Jace’s eyes glittered with mischief. “Tell me you don’t want to be, Princess, and I’ll stop.” He eased back from her, and another wave of longing rolled through her. He stripped off his shirt, revealing a large masculine torso. Ample muscle tapered down to a tight, firm ass beneath his jeans. His chest alone was better than any fantasy she’d ever imagined.
And she’d had him on his knees before her.
It was all too much.
The electric current that shot through her whenever they touched spiked higher, leaving her wet and even more ready than before. She was never ready again this quickly, but she was with him. Jace glanced down at her, their eyes locked, and she admired the beautiful, gold flecks in his. The sound of the door frame creaking as she leaned against it sent her heart racing.
No doubt they’d woke his neighbors. She wasn’t beyond a little noise voyeurism.
His eyes filled with knowing. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
“Jace, I...” She shook her head.
But he caught her chin between his thumb and his forefinger, cupping it gently. “Don’t play games with me, Princess.” His gaze was rough, searing. “Tell me.”
Frankie gaped at him, but before she knew what she was doing, she was confessing her darkest fantasy to him. To this man who was supposed to be her enemy. Even though she knew he could use it against her. “I...don’t want to be in charge,” she whispered. “I wanna lose myself.”
He smirked at her like he already knew. Like her deepest desires were a locked away secret, and only he held the key. “I know, sweetheart,” he purred. “I wanted to hear you say it.” The grin he gave her then was pure deviance. He cupped her in his hand again, and his finger brushed featherlight over her sensitive clit, making her shiver. He growled against her ear. “I knew you needed a good fuck the moment you melted into my arms.”
The gasp which tore from then wasn’t intentional, but the next thing Frankie knew, he was lifting her, carrying her into the bedroom, before he laid her sprawled out on the bed. The mattress let out a low creak, promising a chorus of squeaky rails once they shook the headboard.
Unbuckling his jeans, she watched him strip down, until he stood over her. Her gaze traveled from his torso to the strain of his cock below. To his massive erection.
Good Lord Almighty.
Well-endowed didn’t even begin to describe it. Frankie’s mouth watered. She wanted to lick and suck at that pulsing vein at the base until he coated the inside of her throat.
Jace crossed to the bedside drawer, pulling it open, and for the second time since she’d met him he dangled a pair of cuffs between his fingers. These ones coated in leopard print fur.
She giggled.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
It surprised her that she didn’t hesitate. It didn’t matter that he was her enemy.
She nodded. “Yes.”
He lowered himself over her, his hands on either side of her head. He made quick work of cuffing her to the headboard, before he hovered over her again. He slid the length of his arousal over her entrance, instantly finding that sweet bead at the top of her core, and she whimpered. “Will you be a brat or a good girl for me?”
Her eyes flashed gold and defiant. “What do you think?”
