She sets down her tools carefully. Deliberately. Making me wait.
Testing me.
When she finally stands and walks past me toward our room, there's a sway in her hips that's absolutely intentional.
She's playing.
Good.
So am I.
I follow her, watching the way she moves. Confident. Knowing exactly what she's doing to me.
Luc's words echo in my head.This stopped being a game a while ago.
He's wrong.
This is still a game. I'm still in control.
And I'm about to prove it.
The moment we're in the bedroom; I close the door and back her against it.
"You've been getting bold," I say, caging her in with my arms. "Thinking you're in charge."
"Aren't I?" Her hand slides down to palm my cock through my pants. "You give me everything I ask for."
"Because I choose to. Not because you've won." I grab her wrist, pin both hands above her head with one of mine. "You're playing a game you can't win, Seraphina."
"Then why are you letting me play?"
She's breathless, pupils dilated, but there's intelligence in her eyes. Challenge.
She knows exactly what she's doing.
And fuck, it's working.
"Because watching you try is entertaining." I kiss her hard. Claim her mouth until she's gasping. "But don't forget who's really in control here."
"Prove it."
The challenge hangs between us.
So I do.
I strip her efficiently, roughly, not giving her time to think. Her clothes hit the floor, and then she's naked, pressed against the door, both hands still pinned above her head.
"You think you've learned how to manipulate me," I say against her neck. "You think if you ride me in the morning or negotiate with your body, you're winning."
"I am winning." Her breath hitches as my free hand slides between her thighs. "You took me shopping. You're giving me what I want."
"Because I want to. Not because you made me." I find her wet, ready, and thrust two fingers inside. She cries out. "This body is mine. This pleasure is mine to give or take away. Don't forget that."
"I haven't—oh God?—"
I work her with my fingers, bringing her right to the edge, then stop.
She whimpers in frustration.
