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“You know, the one we’re going to kill each other over, like in your sicko movie.” I haven’t forgotten where this started, and where this may end.

“I’m ready with my weapon if you are.” Sophia poses with the shoe, holding it above her head like a knife.

“So am I.” I smirk and sit up, causing Sophia’s ass to slide off my saddle and onto the mattress. The gift box falls aside.

“Maybe . . .” I let the word hang in the air and allow her to imagine what comes next. “Maybe,” I say again and grab her ankle to plant her bare foot on my chest.

She presses the ball of her foot against my pec, her toes flexing. I glance up and find her nibbling her pretty lips.

I take the sandal from her and ceremoniously slip it onto her foot like Cinderella. Then I loop the delicate straps around her ankle before buckling it into place.

“Maybe what?” she asks warily.

“You sure you can handle it?” I look up and pause.

She nods but doesn’t seem to be breathing anymore.

With her silken legs stretched out before me, I kiss the top of her foot and then her ankle. Sophia inhales sharply.

“Maybe I want to sleep at your feet for a reason.” I do the same thing with the other foot but take my time securing the shoe and tiny buckle. When I plant a kiss on her ankle, I glance at her from beneath the hair that’s fallen into my face.

“What reason?” She breathes slowly.

I swipe the presents away. Then, like an animal moving on prey, I reposition on all fours as she falls back onto the mattress.

Hovering above her, I say, “So you can dig these pretty murder heels into my back while I make you come on my face.”

“Oh,” she says, her eyes wide.

“Would you like that?” I lean down to kiss the edge of her lips.

She smirks. “Don’t act like you can handle playing rough with me.”

I release a rumbling growl at those words, and she laughs.

My kitten wants to play.

I sit back on my haunches and grip her hips to wrench her ass closer. Her sundress rucks above her hips, revealing her icy panties. My mouth waters when I see she’s already soaked through the fabric. My gaze darkens as I harden behind my shorts.

“So fucking wet already.” I tsk-tsk.

“It’s the shoes. They make me horny.” Sophia’s tongue darts out as she licks her teasing lips.

“Are you being a brat, kitten?” I lean over her and place a fingertip directly on her clit and press.

“Gio.” Her body contorts with pleasure. She’s already worked up.

“Let’s try this once more.” My voice lowers a register as I ask again, but slower this time. “Who makes you horny?”

Sophia smiles, catching on to the game I’m asking her to play. When she rolls her lips inward, unwilling to answer, I remove my finger from her clit, and she pouts like a brat.

I lean on both arms above her. “Tell me the truth. I want to hear you say it.”

Sophia releases a breezy laugh, still defiant.

In retaliation, I grab her panties by the elastic waistband and twist them at her belly button, causing a long line of fabric to edge against her clit. I tighten and release it a few times, creating just enough friction to drive her mad.

She moans yes and grabs at the bedding.