“You’re pushing your luck.”
She froze, her eyes wide and curious. “What do you mean?”
I drained my glass and then leaned over and poured myself another shot that was generous enough to blur my judgment. “You want me to tell you how you’re pushing your luck?”
“I didn’t do anything.”
I took another long sip. It was going down like water. “I’ve been drinking, Mila, and you know what I’m thinking about?”
“I don’t know.” She really had no idea.
I tossed back the remainder of my glass and then focused on her luscious breasts and the smooth skin of her torso. “I’m thinking about how it felt to fuck you with my fingers. And I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about what I’d like to do next.”
Her eyes were wide and her mouth was parted in shock, but she didn’t look scared. She looked curious. “What do you mean?”
I could feel my hard cock straining against my pants. I had no intention of touching her, but that didn’t stop me from speaking my fantasies out loud. “I’d like to strip you naked and spread you wide open right here on this counter. Then I’d torture you with my mouth. And I wouldn’t stop until you came on my face repeatedly.”
She swallowed, and her nipples were so hard they were taut points beneath the soft fabric. She looked at the island and then back at me. “With your tongue?”
It was both torturous and hot to tell her exactly what I wanted to do to her.
“And my fingers.” I carefully set down my glass on the granite countertop, fighting the vodka that coursed through my veins.“But first I’d need to fuck you. So I’d bend you over the counter and pull down those cute little shorts and I’d play with those nipples that have been teasing me since you walked in the room. I’d make sure you were hot and wet before I buried my cock in your tight pussy.”
The fact that she didn’t know I wasn’t about to follow through on my words made it even hotter. She looked tempted, scared and bothered, all in one go. “And then what would happen?”
I knew in some way she was asking what would be the consequence of doing exactly that, but I deliberately misinterpreted her question.
“I’d make you come so many times you’d forget your own name.”
Against my will, I crossed the kitchen until I stood directly in front of her. Temptation coursed through my blood, leaving me nearly blind with need.
I somehow managed to hold on to my last shred of decency and gave her a stark warning. It held more truth than she probably realized.
“You have two seconds to leave, Mila. If you don’t, I’m going to put you on your knees and ruin you. I’ll fuck you until you’re dripping, shaking and begging for more.”
“Axel,” she gasped softly. Her breasts heaved with emotion, straining against her top. Her wide eyes were pinned to my face as she assessed if I was telling her the truth.
The vodka was rapidly eroding my self control. I slid my hand up her top, and my fingers traced her hard nipple. I rolled it between my fingertips.
Her lips parted as she gasped with pleasure.
“I’m warning you, Mila. This will change everything.” I squeezed her nipple with the perfect amount of pressure. Pain and pleasure. Her eyes widened and her lips parted as she started to pant a little bit.
“How?”
I lowered my mouth to hers, capturing her lips with mine. Her mouth was soft against my mine and she moaned when I roughly sucked on her bottom lip.
“This marriage will be real if we consummate it.” I spoke against her mouth. “That’s not something you want.”
“Why?” Her voice was breathless and she pressed her lower body against mine.
I gave her nipple another sharp tug, and I felt her jerk in response. The heat between us was real, which is why I had to push her away. Better to scare her with my words than ruin her later.
“Because then I will own you.”
Lust and fear crossed her face. Her voice was breathless. “What do you mean?”
The possession in my voice unsettled me. “If we cross that line, I promise I’ll own you with every mind-numbing orgasm I give you.”
