Creed lifted his head, his gray eyes burning into mine.“That’s what?”he challenged, his fingers stilling just enough to drive me insane, to make me feel the full extent of his control.
I swallowed hard, my lips parting, my heart slamming against my ribs.I could feel him everywhere—the heat of him, the weight of him, the way he hovered so damn close but refused to give me what I needed.
“It’s power,” I said, my voice trembling but strong.“And you hate that I have any over you.”
His expression flickered—just for a second—but it was enough.Enough for me to see the truth.
“You have no idea how much,” he admitted, his voice dark, laced with something dangerous.Something unhinged.
Then, without warning, he moved.
His hands were on my thighs, spreading them wider with one hand while he unfastened his slacks with the other, then he was plunging his cock inside me with an urgency that sent heat pooling low in my stomach.His lips crashed against mine, the kiss devastatingly delicious.
I felt like I was drowning in him, like I had been waiting for this moment for weeks—months—and now that it was here, I was helpless to do anything but let it consume me.
“Say it,” he ordered, his voice a ragged demand against my lips as he thrust his hips with long, deep strokes.
I knew what he wanted.
I also knew I had all the power in that moment.
So, I pushed.
I let my hands slide down his chest, let my fingers trace the defined lines beneath his shirt before I lifted my gaze to his, my lips curling into a slow, knowing smirk.“I’m yours, Sir.”
A curse tore from his lips, and then he was gone—his body leaving mine, only to flip me onto my stomach, dragging me up onto my knees against the sofa.
“Damn right you are,” he growled.
His hands were rough as they pushed my skirt higher, baring me completely, then pulling my hips back so my ass was in the air.
He surged back inside me.
I shattered.
My body, my mind, my heart—everything—came apart beneath his touch, beneath the force of his need, the weight of his possession.
I had wanted him to break.
Instead, he broke me.
And God help me, I allowed it.
I barely had a second to breathe before he dragged me back against him, my body flush against the unrelenting steel of his chest.His hands gripped my hips like vices, branding me, claiming me, his breath a hot, ragged storm against the back of my neck.
“You like the way this feels.”Creed’s voice was gravel and fire, dark and unhinged, his fingers biting into my waist as his hips pounded against my ass.
I gasped, trying to find my voice, but it was impossible with the way he was fucking me, the way his teeth scraped along the sensitive skin just beneath my ear before biting down, hard.
“Yes,” I finally choked out, my nails digging into the sofa cushion, desperate for something to hold onto.“Yes.”
His hand slid down, his fingers skimming up my inner thigh, teasing, tormenting.“You like making me lose control.”
Yes.God, yes.
But I couldn’t say it.Because then I’d be giving in.
And I wanted to make him work for it.So, I did the one thing I knew would push him over the edge.I drove my hips back, my body arching in silent invitation as I met the rhythm of his strokes.A dangerous sound ripped from his throat, and suddenly, I wasn’t on the sofa anymore.
