“Playing.” His eyes are liquid coal just lit with flames.
I gulp. Where’s the sweatshirt I had worn to bed? “Stop.”
“You don’t want me to stop.” To punctuate his point, he scrapes his calloused thumb across my clit.
I jolt, head to toe, pleasure ripping through my body. The wetness spilling from me, onto his hand, will embarrass me later. Not now. My traitorous body moves against him, seeking relief. I can’t think. “You—you said you wouldn’t touch me.”
“Last night,” he whispers, sliding another finger inside me. “And I didn’t.”
I’m strung tight like a bow about to break. This is wrong. I know it is. Yet my body doesn’t care. Something bad has never felt this good. I should stop him. My hands drop from his body.
His chuckle licks along my skin, right before his tongue does the same, marking from my collarbone, up my neck, and over my chin. “You taste delicious. I want more.” His fingers scissor inside me, slamming against a spot I’m just realizing actually exists. My eyes roll back, and I whimper, pleasure swamping me.
This isn’t fair.
I can’t think. Trying to force my brain to work, I note my nails digging into the sheet on one side of my gyrating body and the other into ... his bare leg. The muscles are bunched beneath my hand, rough cut and strong. The length of his cock, even inside his boxers, is heated against the side of my hand. Oh God.
His mouth is against my ear. “You ever beg, Rosalie?”
“No,” I hiss, heat flushing from my breasts to my face, no doubt warming his lips.
“That’s gonna change.” He murmurs something else, something I can’t grasp. A low rumble in Russian that sounds like a vow. A dangerous one.
Helplessness, especially with a man, is something I’ve never felt. Never allowed myself to feel. A status that had more than one former boyfriend calling me cold and unfeeling. So much for that brand. Freeing my hand from his thigh, I clamp onto his arm, feeling the tendons shift as he works his magically dangerous fingers inside me. “Stop or I’ll scream.” My panting might negate the order some.
He bites into my earlobe.
I jolt, my body flushing cold and then hot. Toes to head. “That hurt,” I whisper, trying to clamp my legs together.
“Good.” He continues stroking me, his broad hand staying firmly in place.
I’m climbing the crest too fast and can’t stop. No way can I let him win this. So I suck in air, and that unique and deadly smell of drilling rain into motor oil fills my senses. Sexy and primitive. I yank on his hand. “Stop,” I hiss.
His fingers slide out of me, and my pussy tries to follow them. She has to get a fucking grip. Not on him. On reality.
Then, as if he’s choreographed the move a million times, he shifts, slides one knee against my thigh, and shoves it to the side. Then he moves down me, faster than I can grasp, and his teeth sink into the top of my pubic area.
I squeal and freeze in place, slapping a hand over my mouth. The last thing in the world I want is for one of my boarders to run in here. My body trembles.
“You should’ve just let me play.” His breath is an inferno against my abused and very bare skin. I swim a lot, so I pretty much wax everything. I’m regretting that right now. Well, kind of. “Now you’re going to obey.”
The word takes a second to penetrate. The moment it does, I shove against his shoulders with both legs.
He bites me again, this time a little lower. Pain and an electric pleasure zip up to my breasts.
I blink wildly, staring up at the ceiling.
“Spread your legs, Rosalie. Now, or I’m biting lower.”
The words come from far away. Electricity uncoils inside me, deep. I press my lips together so tightly my jaw aches, but I won’t beg.
His teeth latch onto my clit.
I yelp and spread both legs before he can bite, holding my breath.
“Good girl.” A low hum of pleasure rumbles from his mouth as he sucks my clit into his mouth with just enough pressure to have me seeing stars. He slides two fingers, then three, into me, forcing my clit up into his mouth more.
I’m swollen in his heated mouth, my body strung tight, right on the edge. One tear leaks out of my eye. A tear of need or fury, I’m not sure. I know this is wrong. Also, I know I’m about to have the best orgasm of my life.
