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It’s the untouched sub in her combined withour fierce chemistry and mutual hatred that’s formed something so strong, it’s magnetic.
And so the game continues…the intimate one between us.
If I feel it and she does, then others who are watching will feel it, too.
“Dance with me, Ivy. And make it good.Hot.”
I don’t wait for an answer. I take her glass and place both of our drinks on the bar before leading her out to the dark edge of the dance floor. Sweaty, bouncing bodies thrash around us and the music makes my temples throb, but the pull between us, the magic of her, makes all the noise fade away.
As she winds around me, she gazes upward with shocking vulnerability. She seems mesmerized by the moment. I draw her closer, whispering my fingers down along her spine, one hand stopping on the small of her back, the other on the curve of her soft ass.
I can’t wait to see it covered with purple bruises, can’t wait to feel that burning heat of her flesh from a harsh spanking. I’m betting she’ll come from the pain, and once she finds that deep release of pleasure, she’ll beg for more.
Harder. Faster.
My cock strains against my pants. I rub her against me so she can feel what she does to me. She stiffens at first, then grinds against it. I smile against her hair.
Ivy wants what I want. She might not know what that is yet, but she wants it. Fuck, it’s going to be hot destroying her. I kiss a path along her throat, nibbling bites and sucking kisses, some hard, some soft, until she’s almost writhing in my arms.
“This is the story, Pollyanna. We met last week after I saved you outside Seven7Seven. We connected. We ran into each other tonight before I could call. It’s close to the truth, and it’s simple. And now we’re at the beginning of it all.”
“The…the beginning of what?” Her sweet, fresh scent surrounds me, temporarily clouding my mind with pent-up lust, as she looks up at me. Her lids are low and heavy, lips red and primed for kissing and sucking.
“Our relationship.”
Her expression is a mix of emotions…part horror, part excitement. It’s time to fuck with her. I want her to question everything and not know anything. I don’t want her to feel comfortable with this arrangement, and I sure as hell want her to be unsure about how to please me. She needs to be kept on her toes at all times for this to work.
If she’s the kind of sub I believe she is inside, then she’ll rip things apart to do just that. Please. Me. And she’s going to fall in love even though she hates me.
That thought jars me.
Love.
Fuck.
I never even thought the word before…ever in my life about any woman…but it’s so beyond perfect it feels like it’s been there the entire time.
Slowly, my lips navigate a path toward her mouth. I tease her lips open and draw her into a long, dreamy kiss, the kind that makes her sigh into me.
Then I lift my head and move to her ear where I suck her lobe between my teeth, tonguing it as I bite down hard. She moans with each nip and tug of my lips, nestling farther into me. Her warmth coils around my limbs, holding me captive. She wraps her arms around me like she craves the security of my body. She sways against me, in our blissful little bubble.
If I put my hand down her jeans right here, she’d let me. She’d let me do whatever the fuck I wanted to do. I could so easily make her melt for me and drive her into oblivion with my fingers. But I don’t.
Instead, I pop the bubble. “Don’t fucking confusethis little show with feelings, Pollyanna, because beyond wanting your body, I don’t give a shit about you. Just what you can do for me. This is about sex, little girl. Just dirty, hot sex. And even though you’ll like it, don’t get caught up in bullshit feelings. Trust me, there’s nothing else here except disgust.”
She gasps and tries to pull free, but I don’t let her.
I kiss her again, hard, capturing her lips with my own demanding ones. There’s nothing soft or gentle about this kiss. This is about control. When she finally gives in, kissing me back with heat and hate and need, I push her away.
“We’re leaving.”
The next bar we go to is the exact one I want. Dark, quiet, understated. I get her a Coke, myself a whiskey neat. Her filthy look isn’t lost on me.
“Sweet little fuck toy,” I say, deliberately cruel, “I want you sober for what’s coming next.”
“I just want you to know,Sir,” she says. “That I’ll never confuse whatever is going on between us with anything other than hate.”
The tables are full, and I lean an arm against the wall, keeping her with her back flush against it. I’m caging her in because I can and because I want to. Her reaction is so fucking hot, my erection is damn close to going full throttle.
