I grab her chin, my thumb pressing against her lower lip. “I don’t think. I know. On your knees. Now.”
For a moment, I think she might actually spit in my face.
“Make me,” she whispers, the challenge unmistakable.
I smile slowly, releasing her chin to trail my fingers down her throat, feeling her pulse racing beneath my touch. “I could. But then you’d never know what it feels like to choose it.”
My hand moves to her shoulder, applying just enough pressure to guide her down. Not forcing but making my intention crystal clear.
“The longer you fight this, the harder I’ll make you work for forgiveness,” I tell her, watching her throat work as she swallows. “And trust me, Seraphina, you want my forgiveness.”
She holds my gaze for three more heartbeats before something shifts in her eyes. Slowly—so fucking slowly it’s almost painful to watch—she sinks to her knees in front of me.
The sight of her kneeling before me, those defiant eyes looking up through her lashes, nearly undoes me. My cock strains against the silk of my pants, the outline clearly visible at her eye level.
“Good girl,” I murmur, threading my fingers through her hair. The silky strands wrap around my knuckles as I tighten my grip, not enough to hurt but to keep her head still.
I watch as her tongue darts out to wet her lips, leaving them glistening in the dim light. My dick jerks in response, and I knowshe can see it. The power of having her on her knees in front of me is so damn intoxicating.
“What do you want me to do?” she asks, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Pray the rosary and kiss your feet?”
I can’t help the laugh that escapes me. She’s still so smart mouthed, even on her knees. Something in me fucking loves that about her.
“What do you want to do?” I counter, raising an eyebrow.
I can see the war raging inside her, the battle between what she thinks she should want and what she actually craves.
“I know what you want to do,” I continue, my thumb tracing the outline of her bottom lip, “and all the things you’ll say to why you can’t.” I lean down until my face is inches from hers. “But it’s just you and I here. No one else. So why don’t you give in to the little devil on your shoulder whispering in your ear?”
She swallows hard, her eyes locked on mine. The insolence is still there, but it’s weakening by the second.
“Do you wanna make me come undone?” I ask, voice dropping to a whisper. “Feel the power? The rush?”
Her breath catches, and I know I’ve hit the mark.
“I hate you,” she whispers, but her hands are already sliding up my thighs, her fingers digging into my skin through the silk.
“Hate me all you want,” I tell her, tightening my grip on her hair. “Just do it with my cock in your mouth.”
For a second, I think I’ve pushed too far, that she’ll stand up and slap me across the face. Instead, she hooks her fingers into the waistband of my pants and yanks them down in one swift motion.
My cock springs free, hard and ready, inches from her face.
She stares at it, her eyes widening slightly. I can almost see the thoughts racing through her mind—the moral battle, the desire, the hatred, all of it swirling together.
“This is wrong,” she whispers, but her hand is already wrapping around the base of my shaft. “It’s immoral.”
“Is it?” I ask, stroking her hair almost tenderly.
“It’s disgusting,” she says, but there’s no conviction in her voice. Just the last feeble protest of a crumbling wall.
I trace my thumb along her bottom lip. “Then why are you licking your lips? Why are your pupils blown wide? Why can I see your nipples hard through my jersey?” I lean down closer to her face. “The only disgusting thing is how much you’re lying to yourself.”
Something shifts in her eyes, a glaze coming over them like she’s slipping into another state of mind. Without breaking eye contact, she leans forward, her lips parting. She’ll hate me after this, hate herself and I can’t wait for the breakdown.
“That’s it,” I encourage, my voice dropping to a growl. “Show me how much you hate me.”
The first touch of her tongue against me wipes my mind of all fucking thought. She traces the head slowly, testing, exploring, before wrapping those perfect fucking lips around me and sliding down.
