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“So fucking good. Come for me, starfish. Come all over your man’s face.”
His teeth scraped over me, punctuating his demand, and I buckled, my scream coloring the darkness around us.
“Yeah, just like that.” He groaned. “You’re squeezing me so tight. When I slam inside you, you’re gonna strangle my cock, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” Right now, I’d do whatever he wanted.
“You’re gonna take it all like a good girl. Show me how much you missed me.”
I nodded.
“Yes,” I answered again when I realized he couldn’t see my head bobbing in the darkness. “Yes, Felix. I want you.”
I licked my lips, wanting to get on my knees and return the favor, but he was straightening. He swept me into his arms and carried me toward his bedroom. Wiggling, I kicked off my sandals then the bottoms that were bunched around my calves.
Before I could attack my shirt—or the buttons of his—he dumped me onto the bed. Standing at the end, he pulled the offending garment over his head, not even bothering to unfasten it at all. The T-shirt beneath it followed quickly.
“Get rid of your shirt,” he ordered. “I want to see you naked. Totally naked. Show me what’s mine.”
Licking my lips, I nodded. My attention remained mesmerized by the movement of his hands on his belt, highlighted by the moon shining through the window to our right.
“You’re not moving,” he said. “Are we looking for a spanking? Is that it?”
A flood of heat rocketed to my core, and my pussy clenched, searching for him. That was the thing about Felix. By day, he might be Clark Kent, but by night—or whenever we were in the bedroom—he was more like SuperAlpha. And it got all my senses going.
Biting my lip, I crossed my ankles, leaning back on my elbows, and just stared at him, challenging him to act on his idle question, that might turn into a not-so-idle threat.
His belt whooshed from his belt loops. Grabbing the leather with his opposite hand, he ran it through his fingers. He wouldn’t use a belt on me—I was pretty sure anyway—but the possible threat had my nipples hardening, the peaks so tight I wanted to rip off my bra.
“Take off that shirt or your pretty ass is going over my knees, starfish.”
I didn’t move a muscle, barely even breathing. In fact, the one movement I offered was to raise a brow at him.
“Oh, this is how we’re going to play it? Our first time back together?” he asked.
His lips twitched while he endeavored to remain stern. He was more than happy with this development. The belt dropped to the floor with the buckle making a heavy thud, and he marched toward me.
“Last chance,” he warned.
I didn’t comply, staying just as I was. He crawled over me, straddling my legs and putting his long, thick, mouthwatering length within my reach. And I would have grabbed for it if it wouldn’t have broken character. I craved the feel if that velvety, hot skin over steel, heavy in my palm.
“How much do you like this shirt?” he asked quietly, the tone so dangerous it slid right into my pores to light up my pleasure centers.
“Love it,” I whispered back. He fisted it in his fingers, and a moment later, the sound of rending fabric tore through the quiet. Hands made powerful by his work destroyed my bra a moment later, laying open the expanse of my bare skin for him. Reaching out, he twisted a nipple, rocking my back into an arch as I cried out at the sudden pain. He gave the other the same treatment, having no illusions about what I liked when it came to a little pain.
I fought him as he grabbed me to put me over his lap—really fought. No play acting for us—but we both knew, where I’d end up, panting and overwrought.
I’d barely landed, kicking and flailing, over his lap when his hand smacked down on my ass. Pain seared through me, and I lurched, but there was no getting away from the iron grasp that held me in place.
“How many do you think you need?” he growled. “Three for your disobedience?”
We were already at two and nowhere near what would scramble my brains.
“No, please, no,” I whined.
“Six for the months we were apart?” His hand clapped down again, and I bit back a moan. Shit, I’d missed this.
“No, not six. Please.” Anyone else would think I was begging him to stop. Felix chuckled darkly.
