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I push forwards, feeling his cock press against my skin. He hums, and I look up to him through my lashes, blinking as though I’m about to surrender. He wants me to cave, to drop to my knees like I could so easily do. Instead, I turn and walk out of the room.
I’m breathing heavy, almost at the bed when his hand grabs the back of my neck. He steps close to me, my back against his front. One hand goes to my hip, the other holds me under my chin. “There’s only one way you get what you want here, Mads.”
I wrestle to get my jaw free. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.” Wet kisses fall off his lips against my neck. Each one makes my back arch further. I feel him behind me. Hard. Ready. “I will make you come over and over, but you have to promise me one thing.” His fingers on my hip grip my skin harder. His hand around my throat then trails between my breasts. He rolls his palm flat against one nipple, then scoops up the other breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers.
“What?” I say on a shaky breath.
He pulls my nipple until it pings back from his hold, forcing me to moan. My head rolls back, and he repeats with the other side. I moan again, closing my eyes. “Like that, beautiful?”
Yes. Oh God, yes.
His other hand raises, and he pulls both nipples at the same time. They’re tender but the feeling is euphoric. My legs tremble, my pussy’s soaked. He does it again. “Do you want to come, Mads?”
“Yes,” I pant, his fingers still rolling.
He pulls. Rolls. Pulls. Rolls.
“Please.” He’s going to win.
He kisses my neck again, and I can feel him smile. “No more asking about prison, or me getting out.”
My eyes immediately flick open. The small high I was riding at his touch, suddenly forgotten. “I want to know.”
He lets go of me. I feel lost. My body’s buzzing. I watch him walk to the chair in our room. It’s black leather with a scooped back. He pulls it out, turning it to me. Without a word, he taps the back for me to come and sit down. I don’t move. He places both hands on the back of the chair, leaning forwards in silent warning. He holds my gaze, looking at me, one piece of his hair falling down the front of his face.
Shit. I want to walk to him so bad. I squirm, biting my bottom lip.
“Sit,” he instructs firmly, his voice low and commanding. He definitely holds the power in the bedroom.
My body betrays me, taking the lead, walking forward before my brain has made up its mind. I walk to the chair, turn, then slowly lower myself.
“Good girl.”
Jesus. He’s never called me a good girl. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much that lit up every nerve ending I have. Everything is heightened. Every breath he breathes, I hear a thousand times louder. My heart starts pounding in my chest. I’m pretty sure I’m about to die by the rush of excitement flowing through me.
Gentle fingers strum under my chin, angling my head back against the chair to look up to him. Dean takes my mouth, my lips parting, allowing him to kiss me deeply. My tongue explores with his, then he sucks my bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling as he watches me.
I pant. I’m so turned on right now, I need him to make mecome. “Dean.”
“Shh,” he breathes. His fingers glide over my top lip, then the bottom. I open for him, and he dips his fingers inside.
My tongue licks, my lips closing around them, our eyes never breaking contact.
Once they’re wet, Dean immediately pushes them against my clit, and I spread my legs wide, arching my back as best I can. He circles, pressing his lips back to mine. He’s controlling me, leaning over me, working me to my release. But he won’t give it. Not unless I agree.
“No more asking.” He kisses me hard, cupping my chin harder, circling his fingers faster.
Pleasure runs wild. My core burns. “No,” I breathe.
He stops.
I’m breathless. Needy. My body tight with the sudden loss of his hands on me.
He takes me in, moving around the chair so he’s in front of me.
I close my legs instinctively.
