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He rolled on top of her and stared into her eyes. Just weeks before, he would have stroked the hair back from her head, kissed her brow, told her she was beautiful.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he said simply, his voice devoid of emotion. “You’ll come when you’re told and not a second before. Do you understand?”
A rush of anger flooded her body, fighting for purchase around the desire rushing through her veins at the feel of him between her thighs, his cock hard and separated from her sex only by the thin fabric of his briefs.
She shoved the anger down and nodded.
“I’m in charge,” he said. “Here and everywhere. Say you understand.”
“You’re in charge,” she said. “Here and everywhere.”
The words were repugnant to her.
So why was she wetter than ever, even more desperate to feel him push inside her?
He rose onto his knees and flipped her onto her stomach. “Get on your knees.”
23
It had taken every ounce of control in his body not to pull her into his arms, not to kiss her forehead and pull her tight against him. He’d expected the lust.
After all, he was only a man.
But he hadn’t expected the affection. Hadn’t expected how the familiarity of her — the swell of her breasts, the length of her thighs against his, the smell of patchouli and lavender — would affect him.
He’d missed her. That was the truth of the matter.
But it was a truth he didn’t dare acknowledge, so he didn’t. He didn’t want to look at her face, at her fiery green eyes and the way her lips parted for his, the way her chest and cheeks flushed right before she came. He didn’t want to kiss her, which would be the biggest mistake of all.
He looked down at her back instead, the elegant line of her spine widening to lush hips and ass cheeks that begged for his teeth. His cock, already throbbing with need, lengthened at the sight of her, the glistening folds of her pussy barely visible between thighs that made him want to bury his face in her flesh, lick until she came against his mouth.
He slipped his fingers inside her without warning. She moaned and dropped her head forward, and his cock pulsed at the sound and the sensation of her slick tunnel, tight and already poised on the verge of orgasm.
“Good girl,” he said, slipping his fingers in and out of her. “You followed my instructions. I can tell you haven’t come yet. You’re ready, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
He made his voice hard, forcing it around the need thickening his throat. “Not until I say so, Kira.”
He wanted to drive into her right then, spill into her as she came for him, know that although she might look at him with hatred, she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
He removed his fingers from inside her and rested his cock in the crack of her ass. Then he reached around and slipped his fingers between her thighs until he found her clit.
She shuddered under his touch. “Oh god… I’m going to come.”
He removed his fingers. “No, you’re not.”
He slid his rigid shaft between her ass cheeks, closing his eyes against the pleasure, glad she couldn’t see his face, couldn’t see what she still did to him.
He smacked her ass and she cried out in surprise, then groaned with pleasure. “You fucking bastard.”
He laughed in spite of himself. “Feels good, does it?” She didn’t answer and he smacked her again. “You will answer when I ask you a question.”
“Yes!”
He ached to drop kisses along the length of her spine, to turn her over and push into her while he crushed her mouth under his, to feel her body pressed tight to his when he entered her.
But she was a thoroughbred, and a temperamental one at that.
