“Too late for that. Because this doesn’t feel fake. It feels wet and hot and smells so fucking fragrant.” My eyes meet his knowing ones in the mirror. “It feels like mine, princess. Like fucking ownership.”
You can’t own people.My own words float into my consciousness.
I was right—you can’t. But bodies, those you can own.
And he does.
“Oh God. Please,” I whisper, as he works me with such exquisite expertise.
“That’s it, yes. Beg for it. I am way too busy trying to keep up with you to go chasing other women.”
“Swear it,” I demand quite suddenly. “Swear that you won’t fuck anyone else while you’re with me.”
“You want me to be celibate?” A rough sound emanates from his throat as I begin to undulate against him, stuck between his exquisite touch and his rock-hard cock.
“You don’t think I’ll be worth it?”
“Princess, that would have to be one excellent fuck. Make it worth my while. More than ifs and maybes. What have you got to negotiate?”
“No, not that.”
“You checking, princess?” His fingers grip my chin, twisting my face to meet his. “No. You always take the bet.”
“Just make it good and I might let you fuck me again.”
“You know it’ll be good.” His kiss is quick and savage. “And you’re so fucking hot for me, it won’t happen just once.”
“Big talk.”
“The more you deny it, the more your body demands. Why is that?”
“I make it a rulen-notto offer explanations to people.”
It tends to give them the impression they’re allowed a say over my life.
I fall forward and close my eyes, my whole being reduced to nothing but sensation.
“Think of it,” he whispers, his tone velvety and seductive, as his thumb begins to strum. “Twelve months of driving me crazy for this pussy.”
I feel myself smile. Maybe I like the sound of that.
“Open your eyes.”
In the mirror, his dark expression is resolute.
“Watch me, princess. Watch me get you off. Make you cream all over my fingers. You might have a mean mouth, but your pussy is sweet for me.”
Shock and desire and need ricochet through me, echoing through my bones.
“I’m not—” sure what’s going on. But I want every dirty threat he throws my way.
“This is all mine. This sweet cunt belongs to me, do you hear?”
“Oh God.” I reach back again, pushing my hand between our bodies.
“No.” Catching it, he fastens it to my waist. “Not yet. Not until you’re aching for it.” Under his touch, my body writhes. “Here, princess,” he says with a deep thrust of his fingers. “Here’s where you want me. Riding you. Filling you.”
“Yes!” My throat feels parched—as though I’ve been running. “Yes, Raif.Yes!”
