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"You tasted me?" Hisvoice was deadly cool, betraying no emotion. His square jaw was set. He tugged on his hair the shoulder-length locks coming loose from its hair tie. "Back then, in your father's house?"
I didn't know why I was teasing Gunnar like this, but I couldn't stop. It wasn't like me — the rough motorcycle mechanic with a man bun and tattoos wasn't at all my type.
Objectively, he was sexy, of course. Between the square jaw and big, rippling muscles, he was the type of guy many women drooled over. Even the hair had a rock star sexiness to it. I preferred academic types, and Gunnar himself kept warning me that I was playing a dangerous game, but I trusted him, however irrational it was to do so.
Maybe I had read too many smutty books, or maybe I craved a little more danger in my life, more excitement. Less doing what everyone expected of me.
"You told me to." I shrugged, my body hot and unsettled, remembering the way he'd run a sticky thumb across my bottom lip, marking me, calling me a dirty girl for watching him, before slamming out of the room and out of my life.
Now, he was so close, yet not really touching me. I was desperate for his touch.
Instead, he was simply staring at me with those piercing blue eyes, and it was enough to make my knees weak. My eyes skimmed down over his flat stomach to the jeans that hugged his lean hips, and lower. His cock was hard. For me. It was visible against the thick fabric. Meeting his eyes again, I saw a fierce, carnal interest that made me feel powerful — me, the nerdy little Indian girl. I was desired by a man like him. I was driving him fucking crazy.
"So under that demure outfit hides a little slut." His rough voice should have scared me, and the words should have offended me. But my body responded with an intense rush of arousal instead,making me hot and tingly all over. "If only have known about your inclinations when you found me jerking off and couldn't stop watching."
"You were more than jerking off." The scene was as clear in my imagination as it was when it first happened in the back room of the venue my mom had hired for the birthday party. I could see his muscular body, his fingers tugging on his nipple piercings as his hand worked his thick shaft. He'd met my eyes and leaned forward, licking the head of his own cock, asking me if I wanted a taste. I hadn't even known that was possible—some combination of his length and flexibility, I supposed.
He didn't answer that. "You think you can handle a man like me? You think you want to be tied up and fucked hard?" he challenged, grabbing my chin and pulling my face around. His eyes fixed on mine, daring me to prove my worth. "You think you'll still beg for more? Because I think it'll break you."
A wild and reckless instinct surged through me, and I taunted him, "Why don't you find out?"
I didn't know what I was doing, didn't know how to seduce men — I'd dated guys from college, but it was always academic men, men who I'd known socially first, not men like this one. Never once had I put myself out there like this.
But his attention made me reckless. I skimmed my fingers over the silky fabric of my skirt, then slowly raised the hem, bunching it in my palm, revealing more of the curves that had him captivated. It felt so daring, so unlike me — I was the studious,perfectionist student who had sacrificed so much for her dream of becoming a doctor. Who no longer even recognized that as her dream.
But if Nori was right. This was my journey to find myself, I was learning something: I fucking loved being daring.
He stepped closer, his breath hot on my neck. I could feel the heat radiating from his muscular body, and my entire being ached for his touch. I reveled in the power I held over him, never having imagined that someone as intimidating and dominant as Gunnar could desire me so intensely. And the power he held over me was more than he could ever know.
"Such a naughty girl." His voice was thick with lust. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into."
I knew that I'd crossed a line, entering a world both terrifying and exhilarating. But there was no turning back now—not when I felt so alive already, before anything had even happened. I spread my legs wider, showing my body to this rough, dangerous man. I knew that in surrendering to Gunnar, I was finally embracing the passion and desire that had been locked away inside me for far too long.
"Does my brother know you're a filthy whore?" Gunnar growled, stepping in closer, his body now mere inches away from mine. I sensed he was attempting to frighten me with his harsh words, perhaps even expecting me to flee from the intensity of the situation. But instead, my body responded to his crude language,my arousal only deepening as the heat between us became nearly unbearable.
"Your brother doesn't even want me," I said.
"Not fucking likely. You're the most beautiful, sexy thing I've ever seen. Every man wants you."
His words made me blush. "If that were true, shouldn't you claim me?" The thrill of being so bold with a man like Gunnar made it difficult to catch my breath, and wetness pooled between my thighs.
"You have a point. Maybe I should make you mine." His tone was dark and seductive as he laid a palm over my pussy, his first touch as jarring, as unexpectedly intimate as it was delicious. It felt like there was an electric current from his fingers that connected straight to my core. "You're wet for me. Do you like it when I call you names?"
My breath hitched at his question, and I realized that yes, I did like it — more than I ever could have imagined. I wanted him to own me, to claim me as his.
"Y-yes," I stammered, feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment. "I like it."
"Great," he said, a wicked grin appearing on his face. "Because if you keep teasing like this, you're going to get a lot more dirty talk. I like my women needy and begging. I like good girls who know how to truly worship cock."
His large hands gripped my hips firmly, and in one swift motion, he yanked me off the table and spun me around, bending me forward and pulling my hips back against his. I arched my back instinctively, pressing my ass against his crotch, and was met with the hard proof of his arousal. A thrill shot through me, knowing that I had ignited such a reaction from this sexy man. He wanted to fuck me, and there was power in that.
"Feel that?" His hot breath against my ear lit up the sensitive nerve endings on my neck. "That's what you're doing to me, Mira. You're making me lose control. So you'd better stop fucking teasing me before my cock is balls deep inside you."
The thought of bringing such a powerful man to the brink of surrender intoxicated me, and I let out a quiet moan in response. The sensation of his hard cock pressing against me through our clothes, coupled with the knowledge that we were both teetering on the edge of surrender, made my body ache for release.
"Please." The word slipped from my lips before I could stop it. "I need it."
"Patience, little slut." Gunnar's voice was low and dangerous. "We're just getting started. You want me in that wet little cunt?"
