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Please, don’t let it be true.
“I don’t know…” she confessed. “But of the two of us, you’re the only one still fighting.”
“How can I trust you?” I whispered.
Minutes ago, we were in a tense situation with a stranger, and now my body was filled with a different kind of intensity. Her lips, her eyes, her scent, everything about Ray was intoxicating—her smile, her laugh, hell, even her impulsiveness.
She removed the knife from my hands and placed it on the counter behind me. Her hips were against mine, pinning me in place.
“You still carry a silver knife, and I trust you.”
“You do?” The words were almost nothing on the air between us.
“Of course.” She smiled. “I can read you like a book.”
This time when she kissed me, it was soft and gentle, a stark reflection from the urgency and violence of our last encounter, and I know she was trying to make up for it. Her lipstick smeared against my cheek as she dragged her lips across my face before kissing her way down my neck, gently kissing over the places she had bitten earlier.
“You don’t have to be so gentle,” I whispered, and she giggled again.
Facing me, she took my cheeks in her hands, forcing me to pout before pressing her lips to mine and grinning. “Oh, I’m not going to be. I know you like it rough, soldier, but I need you to know Icanbe gentle if you need me to be.”
“I think I just need you.”
“Iknowyou need me.” She kissed her way across my cheek again. “Who wouldn’t?” Another kiss. “I’m fucking delightful.”
Chuckling, I placed my hands on her hips and moved to push her away from me. I needed the space from her. I needed her not to be touching me because I couldn’t concentrate when she did. The electricity between us was too much, and I felt more alive with her than I had in a long time. But she simply pressed against me harder, the counter pushing painfully into my lower back, the feel of her hips making me moan.
“Don’t be under any illusions you’re in control here, Ilsa,” she muttered, biting at my earlobe and making me shudder. “You’re mine.”
Her kisses became urgent again, making my stomach flutter with the memory of her tongue between my legs, lapping at my sensitive clit and sending me over the edge.
“Do you have any toys?” she asked, and I nodded, making her giggle again. “Show me.”
Testing the waters, I shifted again, and this time she let me move away from the counter before I had a chance to change my mind. I grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the bedroom. When I went to open a drawer, Ray shoved me out of the way, catching me with one arm when with her strength, she had made me lose balance on my leg.
“Sorry,” she muttered.
My weakness was embarrassing, and it ignited a spark of resentment inside me, but I simply pushed my hair from my face and told her it was okay without making eye contact.
Ray stared at me, studying my expression until I looked into her eyes, checking for anger, I supposed. If there was any, it wasn’t at her for playfully shoving me, it was at myself. Placing a hand on my chest, she pushed gently until I sat on the edge of the bed. Kneeling in front of me, Ray undid my boots and slid them off, followed by my socks and pants.
As she was sliding my boots off, she ran her hands over each of my feet in turn. “You think you deserve to wear these boots? You’re just a human who likes to play with guns and knives.” When the corner of my lip lifted in a scowl, the anger flaring in my eyes again, she smirked. Ray removed her shoes and pants, leaving her in a t-shirt and panties before pulling my boots over her feet and lacing them up. “I’m in charge today.”
Ray stood and slammed the boot on the mattress between my spread legs. “Is that going to be a problem, soldier?” Her eyebrow arched, and when she first stood, I almost smiled with amusement. But for some reason, I shrunk under her gaze. Perhaps it was her using my humanity against me, her harsh comments coupled with the playful edge to her voice. I found myself staring at her legs, following the inviting line of her skin up to the lace of her underwear. When I reached out to touch her leg, she slapped my hand away before kneeling in front of me again.
“This drawer?” she asked, and I nodded. “Finish getting naked, soldier. I’m going to make a selection.”
She was commanding, hints of a raw edge to her voice I’d heard only once before—when she had attacked me. Pulling my top over my head before unclasping and discarding my bra, I waited as she shuffled through my bottom drawer. The drawer I hadn’t opened in much too long.
Without looking at me, she added, “Panties too. Don’t make me punish you.”
I felt the warmth flush between my legs.
Maybe I wanted her to punish me.
As though reading my mind, she glanced up at me, smirked as she took something out of the drawer and placed it by the side of the bed and out of my view.
Too entranced with watching her, I hadn’t moved fast enough for her liking. With a snarl, Ray gripped at the sides of my underwear and yanked them down, forcing me to lie back on the bed before grabbing my hips and dragging me forward until my legs were dangling over the edge of the mattress, spread on either side of her shoulders.
