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“Have you ever had a man in here?”
My breath evaporated at the unexpected question. I nodded. I couldn’t lie to him.
“Who?” His voice was gritty.
“Just an ex,” I said quickly. “It was years ago.”
“What was his name?”
Of course, all thought, let alone memory, chose that moment to abandon me and run. “Um…”
“What’s his name?” Rupert growled.
“Danny,” I gasped, alarmed at the violence in his tone.
“That’s the last time you ever say another man’s name in the bedroom. Do you understand?”
I nodded, even though he’d obviously set up a trap and I’d just waltzed straight into it.
“What are the only two names you are allowed to say in the bedroom, Vivian?”
My mind scrambled to keep up with him. “Um… what?”
“VIVIAN,” he roared. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”
I trembled around his tight hold. “Um… Rupert…”
“AND?”
My eyes widened as his fingers tightened, cutting off the air moving through my windpipe.
“I… um… I…”
“It’s GOD, Vivian. Rupert and God. Those are the only two names you will say in the bedroom again. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I gasped, nodding frantically.
His black eyes burned into my skin for several seconds then he released me. A fury I’d never felt before rushed through my body along with the oxygen I’d been deprived of, and I lifted my arm back to slap him.
He caught it before my palm cut into his cheek and hurled me sideways onto the bed. When I flipped onto my back and stared up at him, my entire body heated. His eyes embodied everything I felt. Rage, freedom, desire.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered.
I didn’t take my eyes from his as I did as he instructed. I moved my knees outwards, slowly. His tongue swept across his bottom lip as my skirt hitched upwards.
He studied me for several agonising seconds then slapped a flat palm to each bare thigh, leaving a sharp sting.
He pushed his hands upwards and my skin stretched as his fingertips approached the edges of my underwear. I raised myself up onto trembling elbows so I could see what he was doing. There were so many layers to Rupert Thorn and I had a feeling I’d only peeled back the surface one. There was untold darkness and deviance beneath.
He lowered his face to my crotch, took the lace between his teeth and ripped it away from my body like a wild animal. Then he lifted his lashes and stared lazily at me.
“I don’t care what you think you don’t want anymore. I’m so fucking hungry for you I could die.”
I didn’t have a chance to ask him what the hell he was talking about when his mouth came down on my pussy. His breath was hot, his lips soft but persistent. His tongue was wet and decadent. It rolled back and forth over my clit while he murmured satisfied noises into my core. His knees took his weight and he used both hands to spread my legs wider, then he fed two large, thick fingers into my vagina. His tongue dragged downwards just his fingers curled upwards and my spine arched, lifting me from the bed.
“Rupert…”
He took my clit softly between his teeth and dragged it out before answering. “Yes, baby?”
