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"Maybe." She shakes her hair back from her face. "But I need courage."
"For what?" I scowl.
"For this."
20
Solene
I jump up to my feet. My head spins a little, probably due to the wine I’ve consumed, but I ignore it. I push aside my empty plate and clamber onto the chair. I have the satisfaction of seeing his gaze widen. I pull up the hem of my dress then get down on my hands and knees and crawl across the table to him. He swoops down, and I flinch, but all he does is slide his plate and cutlery out of my way. Then, he leans back in his seat, tracking me with his gaze. I inch closer, never taking my gaze off his face. I may have initially surprised him, but the expression on his face indicates he’s more curious than anything else about what I’m up to. I pause in front of him; he watches me steadily. A bead of sweat slides down my back. A heavy pulse flares to life between my thighs.
The fact that he’s not making a move, but instead, waiting for what I’m going to do next, infuses me with a sense of power. Oh, I have no illusions; he’s very much in control, but for this moment, he’s willing to wait for me to take the initiative and that…is almost as hot as him taking the lead. Almost as much of a turn on as watching him spread his legs wide to accommodate the unmistakable bulge at his crotch. And make no mistake, the column in his pants is huge.
My mouth waters, my thighs clench, and I want more. I want him to throw me down on my back on this table and fuck me. I want him to shove that big monster cock inside of me and rid me of this empty sensation I’ve carried in my core for so long.
I move forward until I’m at the edge of the table, then lean in. I’m close enough to brush my nose against his neck. Close enough to inhale his scent and hold it in my lungs until every cell in my body seems to fill with his essence. I flick out my tongue and lick his skin; a growl vibrates up his chest.
"You have no idea what you’re doing," he warns.
"Don’t I?" I glance up at him from under my eyelashes to find his blue eyes have turned into that blazing indigo, which tells me he's not unaffected by my nearness, either. It gives me the confidence to open my mouth and sink my teeth into the side of his neck.
The next second, he plants his heavy hand around the nape of my neck and pulls me back so he can see my face. I freeze, then flick out my tongue and lick the drops of his blood which cling to my lips. His gaze narrows. His pupils dilate. All expression is wiped clear from his face, so it feels like he’s wearing a mask. A cruel, mean mask that gives me no clue to what he’s thinking. Except, his chest rises and falls, and the veins at his throat are so tense they could burst out of his skin any moment. His nostrils flare, and I’m sure he’s inhaling my scent, too. It gives me the courage to place my lips over his. My breath brushes his mouth, and a pulse flares to life at his jawline.
"Be very careful, Rabbit, you might not like what’s coming next."
"That’s my problem, isn’t it?" I dig my teeth into his lower lip and pull down with enough force to draw blood again.
"Fuck!" His tone is frustrated and angry, and also, lust-filled. He tightens his hold around my neck and hauls me back, but not before I flick out my tongue and lick the droplets of blood off his lip. I swallow; his gaze is fixed on my mouth.
"The things I want to do to you." He shakes his head as if to clear it. "I know what you’re doing. I can see I misjudged you badly when I invited you to accompany me. You’re smart and a quick learner, but you haven’t seen the world."
"Unlike you?" I scoff.
"Thanks to you, I grew up fast."
I swallow. "I’m—"
"No, don’t apologize. I owe you a debt. It’s because of what happened to me that I appreciated what I had. It’s because I kept getting turned down for roles that I made up my mind to fight harder, smarter, and be more strategic than anyone else. It’s because you showed me the error of my ways that I knew I couldn’t afford to dick around anymore. That entire encounter made me stronger, more focused—"
"Less sensitive."
"Sensitivity is overrated."
I frown. "You’re an actor. Shouldn’t you be in touch with your emotions?"
"Is this the conversation you want to have while you’re on your hands and knees with your pussy dripping all over the tablecloth?"
I swallow. More moisture slips out from between my legs. "Oh, god," I breathe.
"You mean Oh, Declan, don’t you?" He smirks.
I scowl. "Your confidence should make me want to hate you. Instead, it turns me on more, and I really don’t understand why."
"Don’t you?" He leans forward until his eyelashes kiss mine. "Want me to spell it out?"
"Spell what out?"
"You’re a submissive, little Rabbit. You want a Dominant who can tell you what to do and take all choice from you. You’re a brat who wants to be spanked and put in her place and denied her pleasure until she learns her place. You’re a—"
