“Harder, Colt,” I beg.
He chuckles against me, the vibration nearly shattering me on the spot. His finger plunges deeper, harder, faster.
I writhe. Pant. Sweat beads across my skin.
I know it’s coming.
That blinding, body-wrecking orgasm. I’m so close.
He sucks my clit hard and—
He stops.
His finger slips out of me.
His mouth disappears.
And I’m left gasping, stunned.
“Colt!” I snap, chest heaving. “I was right there! Why did you stop?”
He straightens, that smug, infuriating grin on his face. “I told you I was going to tease you, baby,” he says, brushing his hand over his jaw. “You didn’t think I’d just let you get away with that stripper, did you?”
My jaw drops. Rage mixes with arousal. “You’re seriously going to leave me like this?”
“Not for long,” he says. “But yeah. Right now? Consider it your reminder. No other man touches you. Not even a gay one.”
I glare at him, jaw tight. “You are such a fucking arsehole.”
He smirks, not the least bit ashamed. “You wanted dominant Colt. Don’t act surprised when you get him.” He turns toward the door.
“Colt…seriously?”
He pauses. “Touch yourself, and I’ll make the punishment last all night. Stay where you are. I’ll be back in five.” His hand pauses on the doorknob. “I’ll even bring a surprise,” he adds with a wink.
And then the cocky shit is gone.
I groan, grab the nearest pillow, and hurl it at the closed door.
“What an absolute bastard,” I mutter, flopping back against the bed in pure sexual frustration.
But I can’t even be mad properly.
Because this?This is what I’ve been craving. His control. His passion. His fucking attitude.
Be careful what you wish for, Dee.
I glance at the door, hands twitching to finish the job myself, but I know better. Whatever Colt’s planning, I don’t want to ruin it by being impatient.
So I lie here, clit throbbing, every nerve humming, trying to get my breathing under control.
Laughter and music float up from downstairs, and I wonder if anyone down there has a clue what’s happening up here.
Then I hear it—Colt’s voice just outside the door.
“No, I promise, she’s fine. It’s not for an injury. It’s for foreplay.”
I sit up straight, confused.
