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He leans forward, reaching past me, his hot breath bathes my breasts, so close if I arch my back, his mouth would be on me, but that’s not the game, so I hold still while he closes his laptop and pushes it out of the way.
“Touch yourself. Show me how you like to be touched, War.”
I narrow my eyes at his mocking tone. Fine. I reach up and grip my breasts, pulling and squeezing, pinching my nipples hard and releasing them. I've never done anything like this before, thought I would hate it, but his eyes are riveted on what I’m doing. Completely focused. Hypnotized.
I tilt my head to the side so I can watch him better and bring my finger to my mouth, sucking on it, swirling my tongue around it.
A bead of sweat runs down his neck. I follow its path until it disappears under his shirt. Damn him. I lean back even more and drift my hand down, spreading myself before him, sliding that wet finger around my clit.
I didn’t need to suck on my finger. I’m already soaked. Just from him watching me. Wanting me.
He inhales, and I know he’s smelling me. I bite my lip, letting out a whimper.
His growl fills the room, and then he’s there, his hand gripping my wrist, not letting me pull my fingers out or move.
“You’re temptation, War.”
“And you're not, Knight?”
His eyes flash dangerously. “I want something the others haven’t had. I want to be a first.” Fucking gall of this man. Everything’s a challenge, a dare.
I frown, but he yanks my hand away and lifts me up, carrying me across the room and kneels on the floor. I reach up, combing my fingers through his hair, and pause.
“What?”
“I wanted to rumple you.” I grumble.
“And?”
“You don’t look rumpled, you look hotter.”
He laughs darkly. “I don’t rumple, I ruin.” He kisses my neck, finding a spot and inhaling deeply. When he looks up, his pupils are blown. He pulls back with gritted teeth and takes off his clothes.
I watch him with awe. He’s a lot more muscular than he appears in shirts. His body taut and lithe. He kneels in between my legs, grips my waist, and jerks me back to him.
I arch my back as he slides into me. When he bottoms out, he doesn’t pause, but pulls out and moves back in. Controlled. Perfect, even movements. Even as my body responds, growing wetter, hurt blooms into rage.
I hate that I love it. But he’s not out of control. He’s still in control, still keeping a barrier. Anger fills me, drives me at him, denying me, us. I’m not just any fuck. I don’t care what he thinks this is; I know what it isn’t, and it isn’t this.
I grab his neck, pulling myself up, closing the distance between us. “You wanted to be a first, then take my ass.” The words flow out of me in a challenge. “No one has fucked me there.”
His eyes darken. “You want me to take your ass, War? Your virgin ass? You think I’ll be gentle on you? Take care of you? Do you trust me that much?”
I kiss him, pouring all the hurt and anger I’m feeling into that kiss. “Yes, I trust you. However, if you don't think you can, I’ll ask one of the others.”
He pulls out, his wet cock slapping down on my stomach. He drops himself over me, catching his weight with his arms on either side of my head.
“If we keep playing this one up game, I’ll have everything you’re offering.” He murmurs.
I smile at him. “You think that’s not my plan?”
He growls. “Roll over then, Alpha, present yourself.”
It’s a fucking dirty fucking challenge, and everything in me hates the words, but I refuse to lose. I roll onto my stomach underneath him and lift my ass in the air.
He makes a sound that makes my cheeks flame and my pussy clench. It makes this horrible position flip on its head and gives me all the power.
He eases back, his hands stroking over the globes of my ass. “You have the most perfect ass, War. So creamy white. So bitable.”
