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The door swung open again, and all other thoughts fled my mind. Lonnie stepped back into the room, and my eyes widened, my fists clenching under the quilt where she wouldn’t see.
Fuck me.
She walked toward me in a nightgown that left far less to the imagination than her underwear had. My eyes immediately flew to the mark on her neck, and my pulse raced, all blood rushing from my head to my cock. I closed my eyes, simultaneously horrified and entranced.
I expected her to come toward me, but instead, she hovered by the door, seeming poised to say something. I sat up. “What is it, rebel.”
Her eyes narrowed, turning warmer, more determined. “I hate you.”
I reeled back, slightly confused. That wasn’t precisely new information, though I had to admit she had seemed to be getting over her dislike in the last few days.
My lip curled, almost out of habit. “Alright. Is there anything else?”
“I just want to make sure you know that. I despise you, and nothing will change that.”
I wanted to say I hated her in return, but I didn’t.Not really.
She’d asked me once point-blank if I did, and I wasn’t even able to answer in the affirmative. I was beginning to hate our situation…things she was causing, doing, the way she made me feel. I hated everything about that, but not her.Never her.
“Fine,” I snapped. “Has time run out on your cooperation?”
Fuck, if she’d taken that promise too literally… Images of tying her to the bed overnight flashed in my mind, most of them not entirely utilitarian.
She took a step forward into the ray of moonlight from the window, and as she got closer, I realized the sound of her breathing had turned husky, her heartbeat suddenly a drum in my ears. My nostrils flared, the scent of honey filling the air.
Oh.Oh, fuck.
“Rebel,” I said against my better judgment. “I suggest you not test me right now. Say what you mean.”
She sucked in a breath and ran her tongue over her perfect lips, and even that small pause was too much—so long I felt like I might spontaneously combust from the anticipation.
“I mean,” she said, “I’m swearing that I hate you, and I believe you told me what would happen the next time I did that. So are you going to fuck my insolent little mouth now, or are you the liar?”
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“Come here,” I told her, my voice sounding a bit raspier than I was accustomed to.
Lonnie climbed onto my lap, facing me, her knees on either side of my hips. She ran delicate fingers up my chest, even as I bit back a groan at the realization that she’d worn nothing under that too-sheer nightgown, clearly planning for this. It was only the trousers that I’d left on out of respect for sharing the too-small bed that prevented me from thrusting up into her, even as my cock swelled and she ground her ass down over me in slow, rhythmic torture.
“Not like that,” I said sharply, lifting her by the hips until she hovered just over me.
She tilted her head to the side. “Then where do you want me, my lord?”
For fuck’s sake.
I knew she said that as an insult of sorts—she only did it to mock or when she was angry—but damn if it didn’t make my cock throb just thinking of all the things I would do to her while she begged her lord for mercy.
She’d mentioned letting me fuck her mouth, but probably only because I’d said it first.
I’d said a lot of things I wanted to do to her.
Most of all, I wanted her screaming and wet and ready first. To ruin her, like she was ruining me without even trying.
Fingers still digging into her ass and hips, I shifted her forward while I moved lower on the bed until her hands crashed into the headboard, her knees on either side of my head.
