He’d not take pity on her.
Lucas upped the ante. How he wanted to punish her for making a fool of him. His fingers probed her femininity, deeper then withdrew, then probed again. A shudder ran through her.
He saw that her eyes were glazed with pleasure, and he strode to keep her mindless, stroking her, her woman’s heat melting over his fingers until he bent her to his will. “I will release you, but that release will depend on conditions.”
“Lucas!” she moaned.
She was about to climax. Lucas paused, but his fingers remained cupped inside her, controlling her.
“Do not stop…” she panted. “…what conditions?”
He did not answer. He began to stroke her again. She sank upon his hand, matching the rhythm of his fingers. He wanted her close—near the pinnacle of her orgasm. He wanted her promise, and by damnation, he’d have it at all costs. He brought her to the edge, then stopped.
Rachel sobbed, leaned into him. “Lucas…why?”
“You promise me, Rachel.” He began to stroke her again.
“Now, Rachel.”
“I-I promise.”
“Say it again,” he demanded.
“I can’t—” She breathed in deep soul-drenching drafts. He knew she could not answer, her cry, a sign of her body’s raging call for fulfillment. He aimed to shatter the hard shell she had built so carefully.
Lucas was not immune. It was the most erotic display of his life. Intoxicated by her scent, he pleasured her, attuned to her low sounds, playing a wicked and tantalizing game, making her weak with wanting. His body rock hard now, demanded her obedience, and he increased the tempo of his fingers, slick with her passion, toying, teasing, insistent, demanding, he moved inside her velvet folds unable to assuage his own pent-up frustration.
Lucas flicked his thumb across her hardened feminine peak. She thrashed as if lightning shot through her. Her head fell back, yielding to her searing need he cultivated. He watched her, satisfied as she grew heady with desire, rolling her hips against his hand.
“Lucas, please—” Violent tremors seized her. He felt her body begging for release, but his was not enough. She dug her nails into Lucas’ shoulders, trying to capture the elusive peak.
“Don’t fight it. You’ll never win.” His hand performed his magic, harder, faster. “Let it happen.”
With each thrust, he felt the pressure inside her intensify, threatening to burst. Rachel climaxed in wave after wave, her heat flooding his hand, her body sagging limply against his, her whimperings, soft and sobbing. She clung to him, awash in a sea of sensuality, her strength drained.
“You’re so responsive. I cannot help but think that your concession was pleasant for you.”
She stared at him in disbelief. “You’ve made your point.”
Lucas slowly withdrew his hand, flicking her swollen nub one last time, smiling when her body bucked involuntarily. “I warned you, but you did not listen, and as a consequence, you have forced me to take action.”
Reality dawned at what he’d done to her. She struggled to button her pants.
“I hate you.”
He ran his knuckle down the cream of her cheek, her musk still slick on his fingers.
“I could kill you, Lucas.”
“A minor difficulty, but until that happens—” Lucas caught her chin between his thumb and forefinger. He scrutinized her face, admiring her passion-ridden eyes, the pert tilt of her nose and her ripe, lush lips. He kissed her roughly, savagely unable to control the volcano within him. He pressed his hardened groin to her thighs. “I will take you until you are senseless.” Her felt her tremor, and his lips recaptured hers again. His tongue traced the soft fullness of her lips, then hungrily explored the deep recesses of her mouth.
Rachel tore her mouth away, but he wouldn’t let her go. Burying his face in the crook of her neck, her breath warm and tremulous came quick upon his skin. He wanted to bury his cock into her. It would be so easy to sweep his arm across the desk and take her there.
“Lucas. You must stop this insanity.”
A moment passed. When his head came up, his veneer became like ice. Her pleas sobered him, reminded him of the way he’d treated her, yet his seething lust possessed him. She tugged at him for another reason, trying to pierce through his rage, attempting to penetrate the primeval, sensual haze besieging him—to make him aware that they were not alone.
Damn!
