And I wasn’t above using my body to make himfeel. Make the cold-hearted, untouchable bastard come apart beneath my touch.
Holding a man by his most precious body part and making him bow to my commands.
That was true power.
Thiswas true power.
Testing my theory, I jerked my hand up and down, thinking ofevery text Kite had sent me. Every dirty innuendo he’d replied.
I’m stroking my cock.
I’m jerking hard.
Stroking. Jerking. Made sense. In a way the motion would be the crude action of fucking. Jethro would be forced to make love to my palm all while my fingers squeezed him to death.
With determination strong in my heart, I stroked.
Jethro wobbled on his knees, his eyes snapping closed. “Fuuuck,” he groaned as I squeezed hard, stroked even harder. There was no build up. No tease.
This is war.
Two sides. Two players. He’d made me come; now it was my turn to learn everything about him, so I could make him unravel.
Pushing his shoulder, I barely hid my victory smile as Jethro toppled backward. His eyes flared wide. “What—”
I didn’t speak. Instead, I clambered closer, never stopping the mind-crippling stroke of his cock. Up and down. Twist and around.
His sharp gaze turned hazy, his lips parting as his breath grew heavy.
His hips thrust, just once. Surprise battling for supremacy over his need. I didn’t let him overthink it or realize I was winning. I crawled on top of him, spreading my legs, straddling his large, powerful bulk.
My heart strummed; my blood grew thick and cloying as every stroke I gave caused my inner muscles to clench. Giving him pleasure—takinghis pleasure—was the headiest aphrodisiac.
I was a goddess. An accomplished geisha.
I lost track of lust versus vengeance. I didn’t care about last names or futures. All I wanted, all I focused on, was the sweetly plaited emotion where the rush between my legs took control.
My touch turned frantic, jerking rather than stroking.
His icy hands clamped around my hips, grinding himself hard against my grip. Our eyes locked, our breathing synced, we became two animals in the forest.
More.
I wanted more.
Yanking at his boxer-briefs, I tried to push them down. Jethro raised his hips, taking my weight with him as he gave me room to wrench his jeans and boxers to mid-thigh.
The moment his cock sprung free, thudding against his muscularstomach, he lashed out, fisting my hair and dragging my mouth to his.
My tongue tingled to taste him—to indulge in a kiss. But he held me firm, millimetres away from his lips. “You’re playing a dangerous game,” he groaned as my fingers encircled the large girth of my enemy.
I didn’t reply, my mouth watering for his so temptingly close.
Dropping my hand to the base of him, I cupped his balls in my palm.
His back bowed as I rolled the heavy, delicate flesh. “Christ!”
My tummy twisted, my heart thundered, and my nakedness couldn’t hide how much his need turned me on.
