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The kiss was … God, it was brutal. Not foreplay, not an effort to seduce, not an invitation to play. No, it was both an assertion of dominance and a forceful demand for submission.
Determined to give as good as I got, I kissed him just as hard. Our tongues lashed, our teeth clicked, our breathing went to hell. Soon, my lips were throbbing and my lungs burned for air.
I tried pulling my wrists free of his grasp so that I could tackle the buttons of his shirt, but he pinned my wrists behindmy back and held them there—with one hand. Effortlessly. The display of strength annoyed me as much as it incited me.
He broke the kiss with a low growl. “You go to a man’s head like whiskey, do you know that?” It came out sounding like a complaint rather than a compliment.
Panting, I struggled fruitlessly against his hold. “Let go.”
“Why would I do that?” He clamped his free hand on my hip and lifted me to my knees. He then tugged down the front of my dress, baring my breasts, and sucked a nipple into his mouth.
My breath caught.Oh, heavenly Jesus. He was no gentler with my nipple than he’d been with my mouth, sucking so hard on the taut bud that I suspected he’d leave a bruise.
Slight vibrations ran through the limo, as if it was moving. Low music played. Traffic sounds could be heard. The air conditioning whirred. I only distantly noted it all, my focus snared by the lips, tongue, and teeth that were ravaging my nipple.
He kissed his way to my other breast and paid my neglected nipple the same savage attention. It stung but also amped up the raw need that was running rampant through my system. Sheer sexual aggression poured off him in waves and shoved at my mindset, eating away at my tenacity, pushing me to submit.
But I didn’t.
Telling myself not to give in so easily, I twisted and squirmed, trying again to free my hands. Until he bit my breast hard enough to make me jolt.
“Keep still.” Swiping his tongue over the bite, he hiked up my dress. “Right now, you’re mine to do with whatever I want.”
Despite how the possessive edge to his voice went straight to my core, I couldn’t help but bristle at his arrogance. “Fuck that.” I fought harder, hissing angrily. His hold on my wrists tightened until it hurt, but I liked it.
He cupped my pussy, bold as you please. “Let’s see how wet you are.” He jammed two fingers inside me so abruptly I stilled in shock. He growled, his pupils blown. “Fucking soaked. And so damn snug.”
My aching inner muscles fluttered around his fingers and clenched them tight, as if desperate to keep them. He liked that. I saw it in his eyes. I saw something else as well—pure male smugness.
Digging deep for strength,I yanked one wrist free and grabbed at his hair. “You’re one arrogant son of a bitch.”
“I’ve heard that before.”
I gasped as he began pumping his fingers inside me. The thrusts were too slow and too shallow for my liking.
His gaze dropping to my neck. “Such a pretty throat.” Releasing my other wrist, he slid his hand between my breasts and up, up, up. He was going to collar me. I could see it coming.
I gripped his wrist, brought it to my mouth, and bit into the heel of his palm.
Stilling the fingers buried inside me, Kaiser yanked his wrist free of my grip with a hiss and caught my jawwickedfast. For some reason, amusement lit his eyes. “I like you.”
He liked me … because I bit him?
He squeezed my jaw, the humor in his gaze rapidly replaced by pure demand. “Now, one of two things can happen. I either wreck your throat with my cock, or I fuck you hard like it’s what you were born for.”
My pussy goddamn swooned.
“I’m game for both those things, Inaya. They’ll each involve me coming hard. But only the second scenario involvesyoucoming. So unless you’re good with only one of us getting to come tonight—and by one of us, I mean me—you need to settle.”
I was about to tell the motherfuckerexactlywhat I thought of that little threat. But then he began pumping hisfingers inside me again, harder this time, curving them just right and rubbing the most fantastic spot … and my mind got kind of scrambled. I moaned, gripping his shoulders and bearing down on his fingers.
A growl-edged hum rumbled in the back of his throat. “That’s it, ride them.”
I was more than happy to do that. ‘Settle,’ though? Not quite.
But … I wanted to get fucked. By him. Badly. And his threat hadn’t been empty. No, I’d heard the truth of it in his voice.
Oh, he wouldn’t force me to suck his cock rather than fuck me, no, but he’d walk out of this room before he’d give me what I want unless I first gave him whathewanted: Control. Which left me the choice of either backing down or being left high and dry. And for the first time, the thought of yielding this way didn’t gall me.
