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“No?” He advances on me, closing the distance between us until I’m backing up to escape him, my ass bumping into the edge of the conference table. “How should it be then, Sloane?” he growls, slapping his palms onto the table at either side of my hips and crowding me in.
I lean back, arching away from him as my pulse races. “We can be friends.”
He shakes his head quickly. “Nah, doesn’t work for me.” He leans in even closer, his eyes darkening. “Try again.”
I press a palm to his chest, trying to shove him back, but he’s like an immovable wall of muscle. He just keeps closing in on me, hovering above me until there’s barely any space between us.
He’s trying to intimidate me, but his proximity has the opposite effect. My breath comes out in short pants as I stare up at him, his spicy, masculine scent enveloping me like a familiar embrace.
“What do you want from me, Duke? An apology?” I breathe, wetting my lips with my tongue. “Fine. I’m sorry I left, even though I begged to stay. I’m sorry I didn’t come back sooner.”
His nose brushes against mine and my breath catches, my eyes sliding closed. I can feel his heart racing beneath my palm, banging around in his chest at the same chaotic rhythm as my own.
“I don’t need your apology,” he grumbles, our mouths so close that I can feel his warm breath on my own lips. He slides a hand up to grasp my hip, fingertips digging into my flesh in a bruising grip. “I need you to stop strutting around here fuckingtauntingme with this body.” He releases his grip, his hand sliding up my belly, brushing over my breast. The backs of his knuckles graze the length of my throat until he’s cupping my jaw, sweeping the pad of his thumb across my lower lip. “With these fucking lips…”
Heat floods my core and a needy little whine escapes me that I instantly regret. I hate that he has this effect on me. I hate that I should be pushing him away, but instead I’m tilting my chin up, trying to get even closer.
“Kiss me, Duke,” I whisper.
And he does.Shit, does heever. His lips slam against mine so hard that it makes me dizzy, our tongues clashing together in a frenzy of hunger and achingneed. Madd’s arm wraps around my waist, hauling me up to sit on the edge of the table, and suddenly his knee is kicking my legs apart to wrap around his hips, my arms wound around his neck and my fingers pushing into his thick hair.
We kiss like we’re both starved for it, like we’re trying to reclaim little pieces of each other with every slide of our lips and twist of our tongues. His chest rumbles with a growl and I kiss him harder, like my damn life depends on it- like I’ll never get the chance again.
I might not.
Whatever this is between us is fragile as hell, bound to break at any moment, yet I’m still clinging to him like a life raft in a stormy sea; like I have some fighting chance of holding onto something this volatile.
I shudder against him as his rough fingertips trace the waistband of my leggings, and when I arch closer, he takes it as an invitation, shoving his hand down the front of them. I’m so worked up that his finger slips easily through my slick folds, pressing into my opening before moving back up to circle my clit.
Our lips break apart as my head falls back on a moan, but Madd doesn’t miss a beat- with one hand between my legs, he rucks my shirt up with the other, yanking my bra down roughly until my breasts spill from the cups. Then he leans forward, sucking one of my stiff nipples into his mouth as I cry out from the intensity of his ministrations.
My thighs quake around his hips as Madd forces a thick finger inside of me, then two, stretching my channel as he slides them in and out. “Is this what you wanted, Sloane?” he growls against my skin, rolling my hard nipple between his teeth. “You want me to remind you how hard I can make you come?”
“Fuck, Madd!” I cry out, tugging at his hair.
He shoves his fingers in deeper, picking up his pace as he fucks me with them. “Nobody else gets you this wet, do they Duchess?” he rasps, moving his head up beside mine and trailing the tip of his tongue along the shell of my ear. “And you wanna know why? Because thispussystillknowswho itbelongsto.” He punctuates his words with deep thrusts of his digits until I’m breathless and trembling, hovering on the precipice of an orgasm that I know is going to fucking destroy me.
His thumb brushes my clit, his fingers hitting that sweet spot inside me, and I spiral into oblivion, my orgasm barreling down on me so hard that tears leak from the corners of my eyes. The breathy cries that leave me don’t even sound like my own; it’s like I’m floating above my body, brushing the heavens.
But that can’t be right. Not when Madd’s master is clearly from down below.
He doesn’t stop until I’m completely wrung out, going boneless in his arms as he tugs his hand out of my pants and brings his fingers to his mouth. He sticks out his tongue and crudely runs his fingers along it as he holds me captive in his stare.
“I still fuckingownyou, Sloane,” he murmurs, pupils blown so wide that his eyes almost appear black. “Don’t you forget that.”
He abruptly lets me go, retreating a step as I scramble to catch myself before I collapse back onto the table.
I shouldn’t be surprised when he turns away and leaves, but it still fucking stings. And while he might’ve just snatched the power back, he also showed his cards… and now I know exactly how to level the playing field between us.
Game on, Duke.
17
“Hey, you made it!” Ares calls out as I stroll into the Goldenleaf bar, darting a hand up to wave me over to the table in the corner where he’s seated with the other squad leaders.
As if I don’t know how to find the way tomytable, inmybar.
The kid’s really starting to get on my last nerve. If Ares wasn’t like a brother to me- albeit an annoying younger brother that I never really wanted- I would’ve put him in his place long ago. As it is, I put up with his shit because I know he’s just trying to fit in with the rest of us, and it’s probably tough being the youngest.
