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Two can play this game.
Staring into his eyes, which narrow when I take his wrist still gripping my breast possessively, I inch it lower over my abdomen. Without pausing, I slide it farther down and slip it underneath my skirt, and I sigh in pleasure just as I press his fingers against my wet pussy.
“Kitten,” he warns, inhaling sharply.
Uncaring if anyone stares, I push his finger between my folds and whine in frustration when he doesn’t take the lead. I want the same dominance and passion from our hotel bathroom.
“Did you forget what I said, little brat?”
I stare back innocently. “You said I can’t touch but nothing aboutyou.”
“Are you that desperate you can’t wait?” he taunts.
“Can’t you feel how wet I am?” I press his hand harder, making his jaw clench and gaze turn primal.
“But it isn’t because of me, though, is it, kitten?” he says, wrenching his hand from mine before roughly dragging me into a dark corner, away from lascivious eyes. I gasp when he shoves my arms above my head and tilts my jaw. “You’re soaked because of watching that girl come.”
“Are you jealous?” Shock laces my voice.
“I am.”
“You’re hard,” I accuse.
“Because of you and the raw pleasure on your face as you gazed at them.” His voice is thick with lust and envy. “Because the filthy vixen inside you turns me the fuck on. But it also makes me insanely jealous because I want to be the only man driving you crazy just like you do me. I need to be the only one making your cunt wet and have you begging. I want to possess you, Bianca.”
A scary shiver runs down my back hearing his confession. My stomach flips while his words wrap around my heart. “No one drives me mad more than you, Dash. Not one person in here makes me wet with just a single look. So stop torturing us both andpleasemake me come.”
My answer must satisfy and banish his jealousy because he wedges his thigh between my legs until my pussy deliciously rubs against him. Then he asks with a salacious growl, “You never answered my question, kitten.”
“What?” I murmur, seeking more friction.
“Do you want to be fucked likemywhore?”
Chapter Thirty-seven
BIANCA
I freeze with my wrists held captive by his strong hands and under his penetrating and waiting eyes. His question, lingering in the air between us as his gaze reverberates down my body, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin.
Unfiltered fantasies that I buried in a dark corner after the first night he uttered it to me, rises to the forefront and assaults me once more. My traitorous pussy becomes slick when I imagine the nights I spent alone in my bed, touching myself to the thought of him calling me his whore.
I shouldn’t want a man to call me that, right?It’s demeaning and humiliating.
Then why does it arouse me so much?
Yet I can’t deny the dirtiness, forbiddenness, and tabooness behind it that thrills and pleases the inner dirty girl inside me.
As if Dash can hear my inner battle and torment over my confusing feelings, his gaze softens and he bends. His breath flutters my hair as he whispers in my ear, “It’s just you and me, kitten. Tell me… Yes or no.”
“Yes.” It falls from my mouth and there’s no taking it back.
My closed eyes flash open when Dash pulls back, crushes my waist between his palms, and grinds my pussy against his muscular thigh. He keeps thrusting my hips back and forth until the texture of his pants rubs on my clit. The friction, too intense, and I’m shameless, not caring I’ll leave a wet patch on his thigh.
“Fuck… Yes!” I encourage, sighing with pleasure at the fact that he finally ended the torment.
Primal need darkens his sharp features and he demands, “Say you’re my whore.”
Our eyes meet as I lick my trembling lips.
