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A punch to my chest.
“Three.”
This time, she slaps me. Again and again, her palms making contact with my cheeks until they burn white-hot. “Criminal!”
“Two.”
“I hate that you were my first!” She grabs hold of my hair and pulls with all her might, nearly scalping me.
I bite back a growl of pain as I say, “One.” Then I seize her wrists, forcing her to release my hair, and haul her up my chest until we’re eye to eye. “Time’s up.”
Her crazed expression dies down a bit, but the hate and anger are still there. “Fine.” She tries to pull away, but I hold her in place. “I said fine!”
She’s still breathing hard, her heaving chest scraping against mine. It makes my body respond in a way it never has before, waking something primal inside me. I like her like this. Furious. Wild. Ready to fight.
“Not fine,” I grind through my teeth as I transfer both her small wrists to one of my hands, easily keeping them secured. “You said some things that need to be addressed.”
I back her up until she hits the bed. But I don’t toss her onto it as I’m sure she expects. Instead, I undo my belt and yank it free of my jeans.
Her eyes widen in horror. “You’re going to hit me?”
I curve my lips up in a wicked smile. “There are far better uses for a belt than to hit a woman with it.”
“Wha… What are you doing?” she asks when I loop the black leather band around her wrists and tighten it.
I don’t reply. Instead, I lift her arms high over her head until she’s forced to stand on her tiptoes, then I secure the belt to a rod that forms part of the canopy.
She tugs in an attempt to free herself but only manages to make the belt tighter. “What are you doing?”
I spin her until she’s facing away from me. She’s breathing rapidly as she tries to twist to see me. And every time she does, her shirt rides up farther, giving me a better view of her bare ass.
“You fucking beast,” she cries out. “Let me down.”
Clucking my tongue, I grab the hem of the T-shirt and slowly bring it up to her hips. “You called my dick a torture device.”
“Because that’s what it is.”
“You said you would have enjoyed being covered in toads more than you did my touch.”
“It’s all true.”
I chuckle. “Liar.” Dropping down on my haunches, I bring my mouth to that delicious derriere and bite.
She jumps, so I bite the other cheek.
“If it’s a torture device as you say, that’s only because you loved it. You were so fucking wet for me, Carina.”
“No.” She shakes her head, denying it vehemently.
“Yes, you were.” I move my palms around her knees, up the silken skin on her thighs, and to her pelvic bone. Then I bring her to my mouth again, this time licking her from the top of her crack, all the way to the juncture between her legs.
Just as I knew she would, she pushes herself into me, even as she tries to stifle a moan. “I wasn’t.”
I stand, slowly running my hands up her waist and ribs, until I’m cupping her soft breasts. She drops her head back when I bury my face into the crook of her neck and nibble.
“Tell me you don’t like the way my fingers feel on your nipples.”
“I…” she trails off into a sigh when I pinch the hardened peaks beneath her shirt. “Please, I...”
