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Instead, I nipped his jaw with my teeth and stated, “You’re an asshole.”
“And you’re a manipulative bitch.” He laughed, cupping my throat and giving me the deliciously wicked pressure he knew I craved. “We established this a long time ago.”
My breath grew shallow, and a low whimper escaped my lips. “Are we going to keep talking or are you planning to fuck me?”
“I’ll get to fucking you when I’m good and ready. You walked into my place and caused problems tonight. Now, you’ll deal with the consequences.”
“The hell I will.”
With speed I hadn’t expected, he captured my wrists in one hand.
His attention went to the cuff on my wrist, the one with our names on it.
Instead of commenting, he unlatched the clip and set the bracelet to the side.
He tugged the bowtie free from his neck and used it to tie my wrists together. Then he lifted me onto the counter and secured my bound hands above my head to a metal fixture that had once held the heavy chain for an antique chandelier.
Shit. He had me stretched out like a sacrifice.
He pushed the slit of my gown open, and it took all my strength not to squirm. “Is your pussy wet from the beatdown you gave to the idiot or the fact you know I saw it, Highness?”
I would not give him the satisfaction of knowing the truth, of knowing when I’d seen him, felt his presence, all I could think of was him—of him touching me, taking me, being his.
The case no longer mattered. All my plans no longer mattered. All I wanted was him.
“You give yourself too much credit.”
Cupping me through my soaked underwear, he circled my clit with his thumb, and I couldn’t help but gasp. “I know this body inside and out. Probably better than you do.”
“The hell you do.” I tried to clamp my thighs together to no avail. “Forget it. I changed my mind. I don’t want to fuck you anymore. I’d rather punch someone. Get me down.”
“And become a victim of the punch? Not a chance.” He pushed my underwear to the side and thrust two fingers deep into my sopping pussy.
Stars flashed behind my eyelids as my back bowed and my vaginal walls clamped down on his pistoning fingers.
“You demanded to fuck. We’re going to fuck, Highness.” He wrapped his free hand around my throat and jaw and leaned forward.
I licked my lips and let my eyes flutter closed as his breath coasted over my mouth in anticipation of a searing kiss.
“Just know, this is all on my terms. Not yours. I’ve marked you, inside and out.”
What the hell could he mean by that?
Instead of allowing me to linger too long on his words, he increased the rhythm of his fingers, pumping in and out of my core. He worked me until tiny spasms wrenched through me.
Just as I flew over the crest, he murmured, “This is why no other man will ever satisfy you as I can. No matter how much you don’t want to admit it, I’m fucking irreplaceable.”
Dazed and overwhelmed by the cascade of pleasure coursing through every inch of me, I ignored his words and rode out my release.
When I finally stopped convulsing, he withdrew from my soaked channel and brought his wet fingers to my lips. “Suck.”
I followed his command, letting my spicy essence fill my mouth. Less than a second later, he covered my lips with his.
This possessive, unforgiving kiss overwhelmed me, intoxicated me, made my whole being crave all of him. He angled my head to meet the demands of his mouth while massaging the column of my throat with rhythmic squeezes designed to heighten my pleasure.
I wanted to pull him closer and push him away, knowing at the end of this we would go our separate ways. But I had no control over this situation, bound and at his mercy.
This was his punishment, his reminder of all I’d thrown away.
