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“Terrible,” she ground out, ensuring she delivered each syllable despite the fact that it felt as if she were wading through a thick fog of her own arousal.
“You're asking for it, aren't you?” He chuckled.
“What?” she asked softly, hot as a furnace now. And wet. She tried to move away from him, worried she would leave evidence of her arousal on his trousers.
“This,” he said, pulling her back toward him, even closer this time. His mouth crushed against hers. What little fight she had to keep her lips sealed died when he tugged on the chain. She whimpered, shuddering as her entire body sizzled. His tongue slipped into her mouth, and she was lost all over again. He kissed her until she quivered and forgot her name. And nothing mattered but his mouth on hers.
Her hand gravitated toward the strong, powerful beat of his heart, which seemed to soothe her while her body rode a storm of stunning sensations. She leaned into him, mesmerized, as the kaleidoscope of unusual pain and forbidden pleasure shifted inside her.
His scent, so gloriously manly, bathed her, and his nearness enveloped her. He controlled her like a puppet. A little pull on his chain, and she moaned for him.
His lips traveled down her neck, biting her softly. She clung to his shirt as he found a rhythm of releasing and then tugging on the chain.
He held her breast in his hand, softly cupping it before he licked the swollen nipple peeking through the clamp and her back curved inward. Warm liquid drizzled over her swollen peak from his mouth, and she bit her own lip to stop herself from begging him to do anything to her, anything he wanted.
Whatever he wanted.
He reached her lips again and murmured against them. “One hour?”
“What?” she asked, dazed. He left her completely disoriented. Oh, gosh, her new contract. Had she really become such an airhead because he had touched her?
“Right. Yes,” she said, glancing to her side at the extravagant antique clock in the room. “I’m giving you an hour to try and seduce me, and if I say my word, you win. You get my virginity, and you get to do whatever you like with Everry Place. If I don’t say that word, I get to leave here immediately, and Everry Place stays. Do you agree that we don’t need to draw this out so long when we can end it right now? It’s a perfect solution—”
Chapter Sixteen
Taken from one extreme to the next in a cacophony of torturous delight, Kensley tried her hardest to keep her grip on reality, but she was no match for Hunter.
He arched her back while she was mid-sentence, and with his face in her hair, he inhaled the scent of her vanilla shampoo. The panels of her dress parted. She lowered her head to watch his hand inch over the hot skin of her inner thigh, leaving behind concentrations of heat on her skin.
Oh freaking hell. She had brought this on herself with her brave new contract terms, and he was just rising to the occasion.
She squeaked as he lifted her up, his fingers in the band of her flimsy panties before he pulled them lower and then slipped them off her legs.
Hunter then laid her down on the table.
Oh boy. Oh boy. Oh boy.
It was okay. She was still okay. All she had to do was think about her parents and remember the day she walked in on them, and bam, she would be instantly cured of any adult romantic ideas. It worked every single time.
Except she could keep nothing in her head long enough for it to take hold. What was happening to her?
He ran his knuckles up her thighs. Her skin became consumed with a feverish glint as if he had the power over her to ignite every cell in her body with just one touch. The searing brand of his fingers sent shockwaves through her, taking her breath, and leaving her helpless in his grasp.
With each purposeful caress up her thighs to her naked pussy, while his other hand kept her from closing her legs, her heart thundered inside her chest and her senses spiraled out of control. The wordsCaptain Controllingwere still tattooed onto his skin, but a little faded now.
At that moment, she was powerless to resist, unable to deny the smoldering flames he sparked, singeing her willpower and her Ice-Maiden facade to ashes.
She stared at the ceiling, then scrunched her eyes shut. He had laid her directly under the shimmering light of a chandelier. He could see everything, especially her lips, which she knew glistened because she was so wet.
Nope. She couldn’t do this. She wasn’t ready. She would have to stick it out for the next few weeks. Speeding up the process had been the worst idea she could have thought of.
She was just about to open her mouth when he gathered the chain from the clamps in his hand and pulled. She yelped instead, then moaned without her express permission.
“Keep your legs open, Kensley. I’m going to touch you. With my mouth.” He pulled a chair closer to the table and sat on it. Every thought evaporated from her mind.
He ran his knuckle down her slit. She writhed as his touch electrified her. Instinctively, she tried to close her legs. He yanked hard on the chain and slapped her thigh. He didn't need to say anything else. Her legs fell apart instantly. Fresh wetness dripped from her.
No. No. No.
