“I’m more worried about your poor pussy taking my cock as hard and rough as I fuck.”
“I’ve taken it before.”
“Miss me?”
God, yes.The truth almost slipped free, but I choked it back. “Hardly,” I answered instead.
“Really?” he asked, his brow arching. “So, if I reach under your dress, past all my cum painting your thighs, I wouldn’t find you wet and begging for my dick?”
Heat blossomed in my chest, and I sucked in a sharp breath, praying the flush wouldn’t climb my neck to my cheeks. Because I was wet—so fucking wet. The last thing I needed was for him to find out. The last thing I needed was for him to touch me again—knowing that if he did, I’d fall straight back into the pleading, desperate mess he’d left me in before.
I stepped back. “You wouldn’t know what to do if you did.”
He stepped forward. “I think I’ve more than proved I know exactly what to do with your pretty pussy.”
“Maybe with your mouth and hands,” I taunted with another retreating step.
He didn’t move.
I advanced, imitating his nonchalance with a shrug. “Maybe your cock is a one-hit wonder and scared of what will happen if you go for round two.”
He stepped back, something flickering behind his dark eyes.
Was that fear? Had I guessed right? Was he scared and holding back?
He stood before me like a puzzle. I didn’t understand the image, but I kept finding pieces that locked together. As I basked in my victory, another piece stood out—Ash’s words from earlier in the night.
“That man down there is watching you like he craves you and is fighting to hold back.”
On its tail was the memory of Lucian explicitly telling me he would never crave anyone and continuously reminding me he would never love anyone.
But Ash claimed to have seen it. He’d pushed me to see it myself.
Had he been right? Did his claims have anything to do with why Lucian held back?
I had no idea, but I latched on to the thought. I wanted to cling to the edge I’d gained and push him further.
I advanced another step forward, lifting my chin with my own arrogance. “Or maybe you’re scared of what being inside me made you feel.”
His shoulders tensed.
His eyes darkened.
He stepped forward.
I had barely a heartbeat to savor my win before his hand shot out, locking around my neck and pinning me against the wall.
He leaned in, his face so close it blocked the light, swallowing me in his darkness.
Fear spiked, screaming for me to flee—but adrenaline ricocheted through my veins and settled deep in my core, leaving me unbearably wet.
“Maybe you’re just a desperate little girl scared of getting teased with nothing to show for it but a needy cunt and no orgasm.” His voice rumbled between us with a dark promise that stroked my skin.
Despite his shadowy depths, I caught the same flicker in his eyes as before, calling out to me to keep pushing and finish what I started.
“Maybe you’re scared that once you get back inside me, you won’t want to leave,” I taunted softly. “Maybe you’re scared that you’llcraveme.”
His jaw clenched.
