“I’ll make it so fucking good for you.” His body bends forward, mine with it as I press my palms to the stone, shuffle my feet wider as I arch my back. Right here, and right now, I know he wins. I’d let him do just about anything as my body begins to spasm. As he pushes me, forces me, over that sharp edge. And all the while, he whispers how I’m a good little girl, taking his fingers like this. How he can’t wait to feel my insolent little mouth around his cock. How crazy I make him and how he’ll get his revenge when he fills my pretty pussy until I can’t take it anymore.
So dirty. So wrong. And I want it all and more as I cry out his name, riding a wave of pleasure so exquisite, I see stars behind my closed lids.
I come to with my cheek plastered to the stone, my breathing ragged, and my eyes fixed on Raif’s outspread hand. I begin to stand, my legs feeling like rubber as I brush the bird’s nest of hair from my face with the back of my hand.
His smile quirks in the corners of his mouth as he pulls a couple of strands stuck to my cheek. I think I might be temporarily mute be presses a kiss to my neck. I make a sound of contentment.
“Go on, now.” His hand curls around my shoulder.
I glance back with a frown when I realize he’s trying to turn me around.
“Get.” He makes a negligent motion in the direction of the bathroom door.
“What?”
“Time for you to leave,” he says, reaching for the buttons of his shirt.
“But I thought—”
Then the arsehole actually swats my bottom!
“What the fuck!”
“You kiss your mother with that mouth?”
“I do a lot of things with this mouth,” I retort, not sure what I’m saying. “And not all of them she’d approve of.”
“What the fuck,” he mutters, angrily unbuttoning his shirt. “Well, you got that right. What the ever-loving fuck.” Abandoning the buttons, he slides both hands through his hair as he gives a startled-sounding laugh. Likewhat the hell just went on in here?And I get it—how did we go from laundry to insults to this?
“Lavender, for all your smart mouth…” His lips thin before he begins again. “If you’re not ready, you’d better get the hell out of here before I break my promise.”
“But I thought …”that’s what we were about to do.
“You tell me you choose now and here—say the words explicitly—and I’m down.”
“Do you want a written invitation?” I squeak indignantly.
His chuckle sounds rusty. “You know, I might just hold you to that. That way you can’t throw it back in my face.”
“I’ll throw something in your face,” I retort angrily.
“Your pussy? I might like that. But I’d also want to fuck it. So, how’s it gonna be?”
He doesn’t sound very happy. I know the feeling. I’m so conflicted, wanting him— on his knees, crazy for me—but not wanting to give in.
“If you have to think about it, it means you’re not ready.”
“Oh. You’re a mind reader now?” Turning, I lean my butt against the vanity and fold my arms.
“Then tell me otherwise.”
I tighten my hold on myself and sigh. “Maybe you’re right. A lot has happened today, and I’m not sure we should… do that. Yet. But that doesn’t mean I want you screwing someone else.”
“You don’t like to share your toys,” he purrs as he begins to unbutton the rest of his shirt.
“As it happens, no I do not.”
“Same goes both ways, princess.”
