Page 7 of Enchant Me

But he didn’t touch her. That wasn’t the game. Not yet. Instead, he spoke one word, clear and firm. “No.”

Her eyes opened, and she met his gaze, but she didn’t stop. On the contrary, her eyes locked firmly on his as her hand continued to tease her pussy, her other easing up underneath her tee to play with her nipple.

“Baby, you’re being very, very bad.”

“Yeah,” she whispered. “I know.”

Enough of that. He moved forward, grabbing her waistband and tugging her toward him before claiming both her hands. He lifted them above her head, his own hand capturing both her wrists. She looked at him defiantly, her brows rising. “Something you want, Mr. Stark?”

Hell, yes, there was. He wanted her. To have her. To tame her. To see her naked and on her knees, her gorgeous mouth around his cock as he held her by the hair while she took him right to the edge.

A nice fantasy, but it ended abruptly when she pulled free of his hand. She danced backward, away from him. Her skin flushed, her breath coming in gasps. And he knew her well enough to know that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. “Take off your clothes.”

She didn’t comply. Instead, she cupped her breasts over the tee, tilted her head to the side, and simply said, “No.”

His eyes widened, though he wasn’t sure if he was amused or frustrated. Either way, he was painfully turned on, and his wife was playing games. “Nikki…”

“You think it’s that easy?” She bit her lower lip as she stepped toward him. “Just tell me to strip, and I will?” She put her hands on his shoulders then rose on her toes so she could whisper in his ear. “Make me. Sir.”

His cock tightened, and he almost groaned aloud. He knew what she was doing—playing a control game. Manipulating him into taking what he needed. Into working through today’s frustrations on her. He understood all of that, and oh, God, he loved her for it. More than that, he needed exactly what she was offering. The fact that she knew it too—that they both understood each other so well—was both a miracle and the biggest turn-on of his life.

He stepped closer, then took the hem of her shirt and pulled it up over her head before tossing it onto the floor. He put his hands on her shoulders, then trailed them down, teasing the swell of her breasts before closing his hands over them. “Close your eyes,” he ordered, pinching her nipples as she did, then reveling in her breathy gasp and the way she arched back, as if giving even more of herself to him.

Need curled through him, his mind clear but his body firing with lust, with a desire to toss aside the teasing and the game playing and simply take. He wanted to, damn him. To use her. To have her. And the miracle was that she would not only let him, she wanted it, too.

Tempting. So damn tempting.

But he wanted something else more. Wanted to watch as she submitted to him. Wanted to see the flush on her skin as her desire built. Wanted to go slowly, taking and teasing until neither one of them could stand it any longer.

He dropped to his knees, his hands sliding down to her hips. He hooked his fingers in the elastic band of her shorts, then tugged them down. They were the kind with panties built in, and once they were gone, she was naked in front of him and so damn beautiful.

He cupped her ass, then pressed his lips above her navel, teasing her with kisses, lower and lower until his tongue found her clit. He sucked and teased until her hands clenched in his hair and she was grinding against him. Then he pulled back, tilted his head, and met her eyes. “You defied me.”

Her hand slid down her belly until her fingers reached her pussy. “Yes, Sir.”

He took her hand away and stood, his eyes never leaving hers. “Why?”

“You know why.”

Dear God, he was hard. “Nikki…”

“Because you like it when I’m bad.” She leaned forward, then reached out to cup his cock, now straining against his briefs. “I’d say you like it a lot.”

She was twisting their game, defying him more than she usually did, and Christ if that wasn’t exactly what he craved today.

“The defiance?” he murmured, moving closer and slipping two fingers into her soaked pussy. “Hell, no. What I like is the punishment.” He tugged, his fingers still inside her as he urged her toward him. She gasped and stumbled forward, her body clenching around him when his palm barely brushed her clit.

“You’re being exceptionally naughty,” he said.

“Am I?” He could hear her effort at control, her attempt to keep her voice level. Her skin was so flushed she looked on fire, and the fact that it was him she burned for was the biggest turn-on of all.

“I don’t know, Sir,” she continued with the kind of sexy smile that went right to his cock. “If I’m being bad, I guess you’ll just have to punish me.”

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You’ll just have to punish me…

My words linger in the air, my entire body on fire and ready … and not at all certain what Damien intends to do.