Then suddenly, his hand slid into her hair and yanked her head back. Her breath hitched as his face hovered close, dark eyes locked on hers—heavy with control.
“Do you want me now?” he asked, voice hoarse.
“Yes!” she cried out, frustration spilling over. “This damn thing inside me is driving me insane.”
A slow, dark smile curved his lips. His voice dropped into something rougher, quieter.
“But watching you beg… that’s what drives me insane.”
Her patience snapped.
In one sudden motion, she tore her wrists free. Before he could fully react, she shoved him back hard against the wall, nails dragging down his chest.
Elias didn’t stop her.
If anything, his smile deepened—like he was letting her believe she had control.
Amara didn’t hesitate. She pushed him toward the edge of the bathtub, straddling his hips, lowering herself toward his hard length—
And that was when he moved.
With a low growl, he caught her throat and turned her in one swift motion, pulling her back against his chest. She ended up seated in his lap, her back pressed firmly to him, one hand flying up to his grip as she gasped.
“Did you really think I’d let you take control?” Elias sneered, voice rough with arousal.
He tightened his hold as his other hand forced her legs wider. He reached for the remote and turned the vibrator up to its highest level.
The device roared to life inside her, sending sharp, unrelenting waves through her already sensitive body.
“Is this what you need?” he growled, eyes fixed on her shaking form.
“Elias! I c… I can’t—” Amara gasped, her voice breaking as her body betrayed her, the pleasure already dragging her closer to the edge.
A wicked glint crossed his eyes. “You have to.”
Her nails dug into his arms as she writhed in his hold, every nerve burning, every breath coming in broken, shallow pulls.
“Do you feel it, Amara?” he murmured near her ear, voice low and dangerous. “I can feel you shaking in my lap. I’ll remember this whenever I sit down now. Not having you on my lap is going to torment me to death.”
“Elias…” she hissed through clenched teeth, her thighs trembling from the relentless pressure.
He let out a quiet chuckle, dark and satisfied, his hand slipping between her legs. His fingers brushed over her sensitive core, and her body jerked violently, a broken sound slipping from her lips.
“You’re so close, aren’t you?” he whispered, voice curling around her like something dangerous. “Tell me… is it the vibrator making you feel pleasure, or my words?”
“I don’t know!” she whimpered, anger and need twisting together in her voice. She hated how he controlled every reaction, how he pulled her to the edge only to deny her again and again.
“Liar,” he murmured, teeth grazing her ear.
Then, without warning, he pulled away slightly and lowered the intensity to the lowest setting.
The sudden drop hit her like a shock.
“Oh my god!” Amara cried out, frustration snapping through her as she struggled in his lap.
Elias released her at last, watching calmly as she scrambled off him, chest rising and falling in ragged breaths. Her eyes were wild when they met his—burning with anger, need, and humiliation all tangled together.
He only looked back with that same infuriating smirk.
