As I stand naked before him, with his gaze darkening with primal hunger, I let myself feel another emotion, too.
Lust.
“I don’t want to think about tomorrow or the next day,” I breathe. “I don’t want to remember anything that’s happened to us. I only want to exist within these four walls.” I take a step toward him and look up through my lashes. “Can you make the rest of the world disappear for me, Ezryn?”
He drifts a hand up to my face and runs a thumb down my lips. “I can do anything you ask, Baby Girl.”
“Then take it all away,” I whisper. “Make me yours.”
He reaches behind my head and grabs my hair. Slowly, so slowly, he winds it around his hand until he can move my head with a tug. “Submit to me.”
“I am a princess.” My voice is ragged, and my breasts heave, the points of my nipples brushing against his chest. Ezryn steps closer, and I take a step back until he has me pinned against the wooden wall. His grip on my hair slackens. “I don’t submit.”
He wedges his knee between my legs. I gasp. Unable to stop myself, I grind down upon him, my pussy already wet and aching.
“Youwillsubmit to me,” he growls.
Yes, I fucking will, I think. But I’m not going to give him the satisfaction of saying it out loud. Not yet, at least. He’s going to have to work for it.
I lean forward, as if to kiss his neck, and whisper, tenderly, sweetly, “Make me.”
Then I push him away and run.
He spins, eyes wide, as I dart to the other side of the room. It’s so small, there’s nowhere really to go, so I jump up on the bed. I give him a taunting smile. His pupils are so blown, his eyes are more black than brown.
“You want me to hunt you down, Petal?” he asks and stalks toward me. He flashes a wolf’s grin.
I run a hand across my breasts, over the expanse of my stomach, before trailing one finger through my slit. I pull it out and hold it up, slick and gleaming, before popping it into my mouth. Never breaking eye contact with him, I swirl my tongue around my fingers, lapping up every last drop.
“That’smine,” he growls then lunges.
I give a half-laugh, half-cry as I dodge out of his way. He falls onto the bed, and I scramble over the top of him, rushing to the other side of the room.
He props himself up on both hands and turns to look at me. There’s a primal fire in his expression. A fire I want to stoke. “Where are you going to run, Petal? The longer you keep me from what is mine, the longer I’m going to punish you for it. Do you understand?”
“Why do you make it sound so tempting?” I raise a brow.
He gets up and stalks toward me. “Be a good girl. Get onyour knees. Tell me you submit, and I’ll forgive you for making me chase you. This is your last chance, Petal.”
I offer him a sweet smile and walk up to him. He looks down at me with a self-satisfied smirk.
“On your knees,” he says.
I move as if to kneel, then shove him hard in the chest. He falls back onto the bed, and I take the opportunity to run behind the desk, laughing.
“That’s it.” Ezryn stands. The outline of his cock strains against his trousers, so hard it looks painful. “I’ve given you chance after chance.” His voice lowers a notch. “Now, you’re mine.”
I make to run to the other corner of the room, but he’s quicker. He moves with an impossible speed, suddenly appearing in front of me.
“Mine,” he repeats.
Then he grabs me around the legs and heaves me over his shoulder.
“Ezryn!” I laugh, but my laughter is immediately cut off by a sharpcrackagainst my ass. “Hey!”
“I warned you, Petal. I’m going to use you until I see fit to stop.” He slaps my ass againhard. “But you’re a good girl, aren’t you? You can take it.”
Heat rushes over my bottom, sending tantalizing need through me. I squirm in his embrace. This position of surrender only makes me crave to give more to him.
