“Please.”
She hooks her fingers in the elastic at my waist and pulls my pants down and off in one movement. Her fingers find me wet and ready, and she makes that sound again—satisfaction mixed with something like possessiveness. “All this for me?”
I nod, too desperate to speak.
“Tell me.”
“Yes. All for you. I want?—”
“What?” She’s rubbing now, just enough pressure to make me whimper, but not nearly enough to satisfy the ache building inside me. “Say it, Robin.”
“I want you to make me come.”
The words spill out, unbidden, and Eva smiles. “Since you asked so nicely,” she murmurs, and then her fingers are pressing inside me, filling me, making me gasp.
She curls them so that a ripple of pleasure races through me, and I cry out, “Oh God, please.”
Her eyes lock with mine, and for once there’s no mockery in her gaze. No smug superiority. Just an intensity that takes my breath away. I close my eyes, unwilling to give her what she wants.
I don’t want to give in so easily. Let me put up a little fight, at least…
“No,” she says, withdrawing her fingers. “Look at me.” I shake my head, and her free hand grips my jaw, forcing me to face her. “Open your eyes and look at me while I make you come.”
I let them crack open, and clench my teeth as she smiles that self-satisfied smile. But her fingers resume their slow, torturous rhythm, her thumb tracing slow circles around my clit. “Do you have any idea how creamy and inviting this sweet little cunt feels? It’s like dipping my fingers into warm honey.”
I groan, my legs wrapping around her to pull her closer, but she resists. “You’re dripping onto my desk, little bird.” Her smile widens. “Do you know what that does to me?”
She’s talking to me the way she might a lover, and I should hate her for it, but instead I’m just getting even closer to the finish line. She’s staring at me, watching my face, and her fingers pick up speed. “Come for me, Robin. Remind me how pretty you look when you do.”
Her thumb presses down insistently on my clit and I cry out, back arching off the desk. She sets a rhythm that has me climbing toward the edge embarrassingly fast, her free hand gripping my hip to keep me from squirming away.
“That’s it,” she murmurs, voice husky with desire. “Give me everything.”
As if I have a choice. As if my body hasn’t already surrendered completely to her touch, to the dark heat in her eyes, to the way she’s claiming me with every stroke of her fingers.
But I won’t give her the one thing she wants. I won’t let her into my heart again. Even this naive little bird isn’t stupid enough to do that.
The orgasm hits hard, drives through me in waves that leave me gasping and shaking. Eva doesn’t stop, drawing out every last tremor until I’m boneless and spent on her desk.
She withdraws her hand slowly, eyes never leaving my face as she brings her fingers to her lips and tastes me. The gesture is so intimate, so possessive, that fresh heat blooms between my thighs.
She leans down to press a soft kiss to my temple. The tenderness is almost worse than the possession—a glimpse of something gentle beneath the predator’s mask. But I can never let myself forget that the tenderness is the real disguise.
She’s hard stone underneath.
Then she steps back, straightening her silk blouse like nothing happened.
“You should return to your room,” she says, voice once again cool and controlled. “We have an early morning tomorrow.”
We do? I sit up slowly, reaching for my discarded clothes with shaking hands. My body still hums with aftershocks, skin sensitive to the brush of fabric. “What are we?—”
“Goodnight.”
The dismissal is clear. I pull on my robe quickly and bundle up the pajamas to carry, aware of her eyes tracking every movement. I make my way to the door on unsteady legs and force myself not to look back as I exit.
But in the corridor, I lean against the wall and try to catch my breath. My body betrayed me completely in there, responding to her touch like I was made for it.
Like I belonged to her.
