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"Oh, yeah? You’re letting me get away with it, you—" She gasps in surprise as I lift her up and throw her over my shoulder.
"What are you doing?"
"I’m making the most of the time we have left."
"You’re using brute force to win the argument." She wriggles in my hold, and I place my arm over her waist to hold her in place.
"Let me go."
"You know better than to say that, Fire."
"And don’t call me by that nickname," she snaps.
"I’ll call you what I want, when I want, and you’ll answer to it,Fire."
She groans in annoyance. "And if I don’t?"
"Are you sure you want to find out?"
26
Zara
"Do your worst, you twathole."
No sooner have the words left my lips than a white jolt of heat screams up my spine. I yell, "You spanked me, you…you…jerkass."
"You’re beginning to repeat your insults," he observes, right after which he brings his palm down on my other arsecheek.
I scream, wriggle about over his shoulder. He simply swings around, heads for the bedroom, then toward the bed.
"Let me go, Hunter. Right now."
"If that’s what you want." He throws me down on the bed, and before I’ve even completed my first bounce, he shoves off his sweatpants—no briefs—and follows me down. He covers my body with his, digs his elbows into either side of my head, and presses his hips into mine so there’s no mistaking just how turned on he is. The thick pole between his legs nestles into the valley between mine. His weight pins me down, and he lowers his chest to mine, the carved planes digging into the softness of my breasts. The heat of his body slams into mine, and it’s like I’m in a sauna.
Goosebumps pop on my skin. Moisture pools between my thighs. He stays there, holding my gaze, not moving, simply allowing me to feel every inch of his hard body against mine. Letting the rightness of us being together in this moment sink in. My nipples peak, and my clit throbs. That emptiness in my belly unfurls and grows. All of the cells in my body seem to open and ready themselves to be invaded by him. He’s all around me, enveloping me. I’ve never felt this fragile, this intensely conscious of just how much bigger than me he is.
Our bodies seem to communicate without words. Our gazes lock. The thickness at my core grows even more prominent.
"Do you remember your safe word?"
His voice is hard; there’s a meanness to it that reaches that part of me deep inside I’ve never wanted to acknowledge. The part that yearns for a male strong enough to overpower me. A man who is as determined as me; someone intelligent enough to pit his wits against mine, quick-witted enough to trade words with me, dominant enough to command me, skilled enough to manipulate my body, and considerate enough to bring me to orgasm every single time—an area in which all of my previous lovers have failed.
"Zara, do you?" He peers into my eyes.
I nod.
"Say it aloud."
"I remember my safe word." My voice sounds like it’s coming from far away. My mind seems to have detached from my body, floating somewhere above while I watch this entire scene unfold. I shouldn’t find it so hot—oh, god—but I do. I push up my chest so my nipples stab into his unforgiving chest planes.
His lips twist. "Good girl."
I shudder. Pleasure sweeps through my veins, and I almost orgasm. And all because he praised me? Jesus, what’s he doing to me?
He pushes away from the bed and stabs his finger at me. "Stay right there."
I couldn’t move if I tried. The primitive part of my brain has acknowledged he’s the master. And I’m his to do with as he wants… For now. All of my senses are focused on him, on how his powerful thighs ripple as he stalks over to his bag in the corner and rummages around before turning to face me. A few strips of silk dangle from his hand.
