Page 58 of Playing Dirty


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I shudder and take a step back, anticipating his next move.

“Tell me that doesn’t turn you on.”

I purse my lips together. “If I tell you that, you’ll just tell me I’m lying.”

His smile is beyond beautiful as he grabs hold of me and pulls me against him. “Right. You should admit that you want this.”

I’m about to open my mouth to tell him that’s not true, but he kisses me before I can. The moment he kisses me, any rational thought I have floats away like a helium balloon.

I claw at his hair and pull him closer, allowing him to swipe his tongue around my mouth frantically.

Archer lifts me off my feet, and I wrap my legs around him. He carries me as if I weigh nothing through the living room and into a lavish bedroom with a ridiculously large four-poster bed.

Dropping me onto the bed, he pulls my dress down my arms until it’s around my waist, and then he climbs over me. Eyes alight with a fire that makes me so hot it feels like it’s burning me. “What are you—”

He places his finger against my lip. “No questions. It’s one of the rules.”

“What are the others?”

“I will get to that soon.” He kisses my neck and lower, trailing them over my cleavage. “Put your hands over your head like this.” He grabs my wrists and forces them above my head together. “And don’t move them.”

“Is that another rule?”

Instead of answering, he continues to kiss me lower until the dress is in his way. And then he grabs hold of the fabric of my dress and tears it apart.

“Hey, I liked that dress.”

He pulls my panties down and smirks up at me. “You’ll like this more.” And then his lips are on me, sucking my clit so hard it feels like I might combust there and then. My eyes are fixed on him as he devours me, watching me at the same time. Those dark brown eyes are full of passion.

I try to tell myself that I hate it, but it’s a lie. What he’s doing to me is the best sensation I’ve ever felt. It’s addictive, even more addictive than working out or eating pizza.

His large hand rests on my stomach, holding me down. “You taste like fucking heaven,” he murmurs, gazing at me with a look that makes me feel warm inside. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”

I lick my lips, honestly unable to believe that I can’t wait either.

And then he sucks my clit into his mouth again, making me jolt against him. My body shudders for him as he thrusts his fingers deep inside of me at the same time, turning me into a white hot mess within seconds.

I moan loudly. It’s shameful how good this man is making me feel, a man who literally got me into this bed because he’s blackmailing me, and yet all of that doesn’t matter right now.

His fingers thrust in and out of my pussy, making sounds as he does because I’m so wet. The man is a god, even if he’s an asshole.

Maybe it feels so good because I hate him so much. That passionate hatred only makes the flames of desire more ravenous and all-consuming.

I can tell from the look in his eyes he’s playing with me. He’s not in a rush and he’ll keep going until I’m so desperate I’m begging him.

“Please, coach,” I moan, arching my back in an attempt to get his mouth back where I want it. “Let me come.”

He smirks. “No chance in hell, baby. You won’t come until my cock is inside of you.” And then he sits up on his haunches, pulling his tie all the way off and tying it around my wrists above my head.

I watch him as he unbuttons his shirt and throws it to one side, before unbuttoning his pants and shifting position so he can get them off. My mouth waters at the unbelievably beautiful sight in front of me. His muscular yet lean body is completely on display and the outline of his huge cock is visible in his tight briefs.

“Do you like what you see?” he asks, rubbing a hand over his straining erection.

I swallow hard, knowing that my answer shouldn’t be spoken, so I nod instead.

“Good girl,” he praises, and that praise in itself is enough to set an inferno blazing deep in the pit of my stomach.

How can I dislike someone so much and want them on a physical level?

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