“Fuck it.” He was on me then, pulling me so that my back was against the wall, his hand around my throat and his lips on mine.Shock took over me, but something wild raged to the surface. The pain of it brought pleasure and tapped into my primal side that needed him on his knees before me. Moans slipped from both of our throats, but I stuffed mine down again. The way his other hand gripped my hip and held me in place as he ground against my stomach had me concentrating on not pushing against his chest to create distance before giving him a black eye.
Gavriel pulled back, but with his lips still brushing against mine, he growled, “Don’t fight it. Quit holding back.”
“Fuck you,” I spat as he kissed me again. With a swipe of his tongue, I gave in and kissed him back while shoving his suit jacket off and tossing it toward the chair. I had no idea if it made it there or not, and then he was pulling my jacket off and stripping my cami off over my head, air nipping at my skin, goose bumps rising to the surface as he kissed down my neck.
“Your wish is my command.” His gaze met mine, and his voice filled with compliance made my nerves come alive.
My fingers worked quickly as I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it from his pants, tossing it to the floor behind him. “So, you do understand that I’m the one in control. Good. Maybe there is hope for you yet, Gavriel. Now, be a good boy and get on your fucking knees.” His body tensed, his eyes flashed with heat, and I didn’t miss the way his throat bobbed. I lifted my chin and commanded once again, “On your fucking knees.”
His breath hitched, and as he knelt, there was a heady whimper that rolled from him. “See? I knew you could do it.” I trailed my fingers along his jaw, then tilted him by the chin slightly, Gavriel’s eyes full of confusion and lust. “You hate me, don’t you?”
He snarled, but his hands slipped from my hips to rest on his thighs. “Yes, I do. You are a know-it-all, insolent, disrespectful cunt.”
I tilted my head to the side. “Yet you willingly kneel before me. Some part of you knows I’m better than you.” Anger tensed his muscles, yet he didn’t move. He sat on his knees like the good boy he was craving to be but would never admit. “I love that look in your eyes. The conflict within them. You want to show me who's boss, but you already understand I’m the one in charge. I’m the one who will be in control of your pleasure, your agony, your . . .” I bent down to whisper in his ear. “. . . release.”
His jaw went slack, and if my finger hadn’t been holding his chin, it might have hit the floor. Standing back up, I gave him a questioning look, waiting for his response.
Gavriel’s body relaxed slightly as he flattened his palms out on his thighs, swallowed, and nodded.
That’s right, fucker. This is right where you’re supposed to be. On your knees before me. Submitting to me. I will destroy you in every way possible.
His hands moved toward my waist, but I slapped them away. “I didn’t give you permission to touch me.” I unbuckled my belt, undid my pants, kicked off my boots, and then slowly slipped off my jeans, noting the way his eyes trailed the movement full of lust and need as he sucked in his lower lip. When I stood in front of him, I was so close that his nose was mere inches from my pussy. Gavriel leaned forward, but I pressed a finger to his forehead. “Did I say you could move?”
He took a deep inhale, closing his eyes, and a chuckle slipped out as I held him in place. “You won’t last one minute under my tongue.”
I lifted an eyebrow at him and huffed indignantly. “Oh, I bet I will. Your tongue may be sharp, but it isn’tthattalented.”
Gavriel’s attention rose to my face, and his voice was heavy with need. “What are the stakes, ma’am?”
“Ma’am? Oh, I like that.” Chuckling, I rolled my hips toward him, and it was a different kind of pleasure to watch him struggleto stay in his place. The plan had been to get him under my thumb, get the information I needed, but in this manner? I hadn’t thought it would work out like this, or this well. This was the torture I knew. The kind I craved to provide. Apparently, the kind he needed as well.
“I love this.” Grabbing his chin and bending down so that we were eye to eye, I smirked. “Show me you’re passionate about something more than fucking someone to stroke your fucking low-grade ego and I’ll let you have more say in decisions. While we may be fifty-percent partners here, we both know that as the heir of the family, you have other business you need to manage, so I’ll run this place, just as my father did. You can say your piece, but I have the final word . . . and if you aren’t just a showboat with that tongue, then I might even let you service me again.”
His voice was strained as his whole body tensed and almost uncontrollable lust flooded him. “Fine, you cocksucking whore.”
I patted him on the cheek, then grabbed a fistful of his hair as I stood. I’d never used my skills or talents like this. I wasn’t his domme, but if using what I knew gave me the upper hand today, then so be it. I would ride my pleasure and get control of the club. Step by step, I would control him. I would dismantle everything he had. I would avenge my father, and if I got to control the man who’d helped orchestrate his death, so be it. Smirking down at him, I put a foot on his shoulder and shoved his face into my pussy. “Then fucking eat me, you piece of shit. You said you had a talented tongue. Prove it.”
The second his face hit my cunt, he dove in like a man consuming his last meal. He didn’t ease into it, make love to my pussy, or treat it with any reverence. It was hard, long swipes over my entrance and quick, sharp flicks against my clit, sending pulses of electricity and power through me.
My fingers tightened in his hair, and he moaned into me, nipping and sucking harder on my clit as I ground down on his face.Fuck, okay, so he’s more talented with that tongue than I expected.
I checked the time on the clock that hung over the door. I wasn’t going to let this asshole win.
“That’s right, you limp-dicked fucker. You love eating my pussy, don’t you? Love that you can’t even come up for air without my approval. Love that someone you believe is so beneath you, has you under her complete control.”
His tongue thrust into my pussy, and he moaned as he sucked eagerly. I took a long breath to hold off the pleasure from taking control. The sound of his belt loosening had me pulling his head back as he gasped for air.
Glaring at me and trying to move back between my legs, he growled, “You can’t pull me away and get relief when I have you on the edge of your release.”
“Oh, I was enjoying the ride, but I was nowhere near coming, Pretty Boy. Nice try. Besides, we both know you want to lose. Now, take your hands off your belt and put them behind your back. I never gave you permission to release your cock.” His mouth opening to object, but I didn’t give him a chance, shoving his face back into me. “Now get back to eating.”
This time, I rode his face harder, chasing my release, enjoying the feel of his long tongue penetrating me over and over again before he would lick and suck my clit. He moaned and held his hands in place, turning his knuckles white as he strained to stay in position. Just to prove my point, I concentrated and held on for over another minute before I pressed him closer and demanded, “Make me cum, you fucking bastard.”
I was holding myself back. This man knew how to use his tongue, but this was about showing him the power I wielded. There was no way in hell I was letting him know just how much Iwas enjoying this. “Are you not man enough to get a woman off? Make me drown you?”
His moans were stifled, but the sound vibrated through me, heightening the pleasure. Moments later, I felt my stomach tighten as Gavriel tripled down.
Fuck! How could he still do better?
