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“What are you talking about?” she hissed, pulling her head away from my lips as they roamed over her cheek.
My teeth scraped her jaw. Jesus Christ, I’d bottle up her scent if I could. Intoxicated and unfiltered, I asked the one question that bothered me.
“Tell me… Tell me why him?”
“Who?”
As if she didn’t know. “Pretend all you want. I know exactly what you’re doing.”
She closed her mouth, clenching her teeth together.
Still nothing.
Give me something!
Growling, I replaced my knees between her thighs, held her wrists tightly in one hand so I could use the other to hoist her leg onto my waist. She gasped. A delicious sound, and I wanted to hear it again. I could feel the warmth of her pussy through her panties, sparks meeting tingles when I thrust my jeans-clad erection against it.
She moaned, “Ares.”
Fuckkk.
My name on her lips made the blood drain to my cock.
And then my eyes widened with surprise as her mouth dashed to mine. She was kissing me. Her mouth clashed with mine, prying her tongue between the slit of my lips. She urged me to open up, to let her in. She shouldn’t want this.
My thoughts slowly scrambled together. I kissed her back, pushing my tongue inside her mouth and dominating her again. Dita needed to know who was in charge.
I paused, digging my nails into her thigh, “Tell me you didn’t kiss him.”
“Who?” She breathily asked again, tilting her head to go in for another kiss, which I denied.
Goddamn if I knew why it was so important. But it was. He might be one of my best friends, but Misha would not thwart me from executing my plan.
“Misha.” I pulled back again, dodging another kiss. “That fucking—”
“I didn’t kiss him,” she seethed. “Not that it’s any of your business if I had.”
“Now that’s where you’re wrong. Everything you do is my business. This is my house, my bed and you’re lying in it, D.”
She dug the back of her head into her pillow, aggravated. “Oh, damn you, Ares!” She cursed, sounding defeated. There wasn’t anything better than this.
“Am I making you crazy?” I thrust forward, bumping my hardness against her core, torturing myself too.
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“Good.”
Her nails dug into the back of my hand as a single tear slid down her cheek. “Get off me. I don’t want this.”
“Such a liar.” I licked her cheek clean. And I knew she was contradicting herself when she turned her head right in time, only catching the corner of my mouth.
Nah. Not happening. Not yet. She needed to earn it.
Her legs caged me in, pushing me against her. There was too much fabric between us. This wasn’t nearly enough. I wanted her completely naked. But she needed to understand she wasn’t the one dealing out commands.
My hips started its own rhythm, dry humping Dita while I unbuttoned my jeans and gave my growing dick some room. Her heavy pants were met with mine, hungrily contending. With every intake, her chest expanded, squeezing those full, plump tits between our bodies.
I let go of her thigh and reached between us, cupping her pussy and moisturizing the palm of my hand with her soaked-through panties.
