I don’t turn around to look at her. "You should rest. You can have the bedroom. I’ll take the couch."
"What a gentleman.” The sarcasm in her voice is thick. “I'm not tired."
I can feel a muscle in my jaw tick as I throw back the second shot of vodka. "Then pretend."
"Why?" There's an edge to her voice now. "So you can avoid me? Pretend nothing happened?"
I pour another drink, every muscle in my body tight. I’m still hard. "Nothing did happen."
"Liar."
Her voice is too close to me. I turn on instinct, and I know immediately that it was a fucking mistake. She’s only wearing a towel wrapped around her, her shoulders and arms, and those long legs bare, and her hair is damp, tousled around her face. She’s looking at me defiantly, as if I never punished her.
“Do you want another spanking?” I snap. “Go to bed.”
She narrows her eyes. “Depends. Will you actually get me off after this one?”
Fuck. My cock throbs painfully. Her gaze drops down to the front of my jeans, and I see a smirk on her lips as she stares at my erection.
She looks up at me, still smirking. “What, you didn’t jerk off thinking about me outside?”
I can fuckingfeelthe pre-cum dripping down my cock. I throw back the third shot, still not pouring her a drink. “If things were different,” I growl, glaring at her as I pour myself another. “I’d put you on your knees and fuck that expression right off your face.”
Her eyes widen a fraction, and I see her chest flush.God fucking damn it. I should never have fucking said that, becausenow I can see it’s turned her on, and I swear to god there’s only so much one man can handle. I’ve never been so fucking hard in my life.
“Why don’t you?” she purrs, reaching past me to snatch the bottle of vodka, and I can feel my self-control snapping, thread by thread.
“Because,” I tell her flatly, “I don’t fuck spoiled little princesses who think the world revolves around them.”
There’s the briefest glimmer of hurt in her eyes, behind the desire that I see there, and I regret saying it. It might be true, but she’s been through a lot, and as frustrated as I am right now, I don’t truly want to hurt her.
"The extraction team will be here tomorrow," I say, my voice flat. "Early. After that, we’ll go back to Boston, and you'll never have to see me again."
Her jaw tightens. "Good. I never want to see you again anyway."
For some reason, there’s a jolt of pain in my chest. “Fine by me,” I growl, reaching out to grab the vodka bottle back from her.
She steps back, tilting it up to her lips. I watch them wrap around the neck of the bottle, see her throat move as she swallows a gulp, and I want her on her knees so fucking bad. I want to feed my cock between those lips, see them wrap around my shaft like that, fuck her face until she swallows my cum, and I watch it slide down her throat.
I grab her shoulder, turning her sharply so that she’s between me and the wall as I snatch the bottle from her mouth. A little of it spills down her chin, and my cock jerks against the front of my jeans as I slam the bottle back down on the shelf, glaring at her.
Too late, I realize how close I am to her. How there’s less than an inch between her body and mine, how, if I move just a little, I’ll have her pinned up against the wall.
Her hand shoots out and grabs me between the legs. Her thumb presses against the rock-hard shaft of my cock, and before I can stop myself, a groan tears free of my lips.
“Poor Kazimir.” She pouts. “It must be sohard, wanting something you won’t let yourself have. I bet you never felt this before.”
I jerk my hips back, away from her grasp. “Don’t fucking touch me.” I’m so close to losing control. She’s wearing nothing but a towel, and it would be so easy, so fucking easy to?—
Her eyes gleam up at me. “What are you going to do?Spankme?” That fucking smirk is still on her mouth, and she suddenly lets go of the towel, her hand opening.
It drops before I can make a grab for it, and she’s naked in front of me, every inch of her skin on display. She’s covered in bruises and still-healing wounds, but she’s still fucking beautiful, and when she turns around to face the wall, her hips arching backward, I feel like I’m losing my goddamn mind.
“Are you going topunishme?” she taunts. “Or are you going to tell me to go to bed again, because you knowsomuch better than I do what I need?”
My teeth feel like they’re going to crack from grinding them. “You’ve been through a lot,” I manage. “Youdon’tneed?—”
“Maybe, Kazimir,” she spits out, “What Ineedafter what I’ve been through is for a manIchose to fuck me. And right now, you’re the only fucking man in sight. So as much as I’d rather not, I want to feel a cock in me that gets me wet, and you’re the one who left me hanging earlier.”
