He knows it too.
His victorious smile says it all.
Asshole.
“I wasn’t playing or teasing. I was being serious.”
His slow, calculated laugh has chills breaking out across my skin and I force myself not to squirm when he lays his lips to my collarbone.
“Very well then. Allow me to give you what you asked for.”
A gasp slips free when he snatches my shirt over my head faster than I can blink. He steps away from me, running his thumb over his smirking lips.
He arches his brow, both taunting me and waiting to see if I’ll show my bluff.
I won’t be letting that happen.
So much for a distraction. I don’t know who’s baiting who now.
My hands trace down my body until I reach the hem of my pants. His eyes flare when I pop my button undone and shimmy them, plus my underwear, down my legs.
My bra goes next.
His heated gaze follows it as I let it slide down my arms and drop to the floor unhurriedly.
My gaze whips to the other couch. Creed’s groan was short, low, but I caught it. I devour the sight of him sitting there with his arms crossed and legs spread like that’s the only way he can sit comfortably right now.
I wonder why that is?
I drag my bottom lip between my teeth as I glance back at Riven.
“Well. I’m waiting.”
He huffs with that dangerous smile still lingering on his lips. My breath hitches when he strips his shirt off and drops it to the ground.
“Last chance,” he warns as he undoes his pants and they sink to the floor with nothing more than a tug.
I refuse to let my eyes travel down like they desperately want to.
My chest rises and falls as he stalks toward me. He hums as he runs the back of his finger over my hard nipple. I choke down the whimper threatening to leave my throat and squeeze my thighs together.
“There it is.”
One warning giggle is all I get before he grabs the hair at the base of my neck and slams his lips to mine. My blood boils beneath my skin as our bare chests press together.
He pulls us apart far too fast for my liking and my head spins as he swirls us. Somehow, he ends up sitting where I just was, with me on his lap, facing the fireplace.
A deep moan falls from my mouth as he reaches between our legs and drags his finger through my wetness.
“Maybe you are getting better at hiding it, little burden.”
“Fuck,” I groan when he lines himself up with me.
I’m not getting better at hiding it. It happens that fast with these men of mine.
I sink myself down, not patient enough to wait for him, but the fist he has wrapped around his dick stops me from slamming him inside of me.
Again, he tsks.
