He doesn’t hesitate bringing his lips to mine and parting them with his tongue.
He kisses me so deep, like a craving he’s finally able to satiate. The coppery taste of blood fills my mouth but isn’t enough to deter me, in fact it’s pretty hot. I moan into his mouth, desperately trying to find friction by meeting my hips with his.
“Maya…” He lets go of one of my hands and grabs my hip, slowing me down. “Not here.”
My emotions spiral. He turned me down in the hot tub and now he’s turning me down here. “Then get off me.”
He only pinned me down and kissed me up to prove a point. Don’t mess with the devil unless you want to get burned. A lesson I can’t seem to learn.
He sits up. “That’s not what I meant…”
I roll to my knees and try to get up, but he pulls me down and wraps his arms around me from behind. I take a deep breath, trying to settle my panic.
“I want you.” His lips trail tenderly down my neck.
“Not here, not now, right? Just like in the hot tub.” I fight to break free, and again he stops me.
“Look in the mirror.” He grips my chin and forces me to stare into our reflection. “There’s nothing I want—or have wanted for several weeks, more than you.” He trails a hand down my stomach. “Tell me to stop.”
“No,” I whisper, laying my head back on his shoulder. I don’t want him to stop.
He reaches under the waistband of my shorts and continues until he finds my clit. I savor the feeling of his fingers circling my sweet spot. His mouth drifts gently down into the crook of my neck, sending chills down my spine. His other hand tightens around my throat. “Look in the fucking mirror, Maya, not at the ceiling.” His voice is low and dangerous.
It’s so sexy—he is so sexy. My heart throbs, threatening to crack through my chest. He gives my neck a gentle kiss then bites down hard—a mix of pain and pleasure shoot through me—sending impulses straight to my center where his fingers are deliciously assaulting my clit. He stays latched to my neck and sucks hard for a few moments.
“Nick, what the fuck?” I squirm under him. Shit, I’m going to have a hickey.
“You. Are. Mine. Cupcake.” He enunciates each word slowly.
I stare at him in the mirror. He fucking marked me, and judging by his devilish grin, he’s proud of himself too.
“Every time you look in the mirror I want you to be reminded of who you belong too. I told you to tell me to stop.” He pushes into me, letting me feel his massive erection.
Geezus. He’s so intense, all the damn time.
“What about after you’ve had me?” I let out a ragged breath.
Hickeys aren’t a permanent thing, and anyone can say things in the heat of the moment. I need to know where I stand with him. I won’t keep letting him use me then tell me to see someone else. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.
“I’m going to want you even more. What part of ‘you are mine’ do you not understand?” He swipes his fingers through my wetness, circling my entrance. “You’re like a drug I can’t get enough of. It infuriates me to see someone else’s hands on you. I want to be the only man who’s allowed to touch you, and I don’t want the first time we fuck to be in here.
“So, be a good girl and come for me, then let me take you upstairs.” He dips a finger inside and thrusts it in and out. “My girl is so tight, I’m going to have to stretch this out a little more so you can take me.”
My girl. I let out a breathy moan. I like the sound of that.
Another finger slides in. He works me open in a circular motion and also plunging in and out as he rubs circles on my clit with his thumbs. The man is an expert with his touch.
My breath quickens as my climax builds. “Come for me.” He works me harder and faster tormenting me with each stroke. “Let. Go. Maya.”
So bossy. So demanding. So needy. All for me. The fire blazing in his eyes through our reflection sets my soul on fire. He’s absolutely feral with need. I’m so consumed by him, I let my eyes close, painting his face into my memory. I never want to forget this face.
His hand tightens around my throat. “You’re going to watch yourself. Open your eyes. If I have to tell you again, I’ll stop.”
I can barely breathe and don’t seem to mind. It’s so erotic. His expert fingers dip in and out, taking turns circling my clit.
“Fuck, cupcake…” He’s almost breathless. “I can’t wait to sink my dick into this hot little pussy. Tell me…who does it belong to?” His erection pushes harder into me from behind,
Hearing my nickname roll so aggressively over his tongue sends me into overdrive. I grind down on his hand harder, working myself into a frenzy. “You.”
