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“I’m just trying to make you feel good, Princess,” he teases, taunting me as he trails the tip of his finger over my nipple. I shudder. When he changes direction and goes back up over the same spot again, I damn near lose my mind. Unable to take the torture any longer, I slip my hands under his shirt and hum when my fingertips meet the solid muscle of his stomach before travelling up. His eyes close and the smile never leaves his face as I explore his body for a moment before I pull the shirt over his head.

“There. That’s better.”

“I’m beginning to think you just want me for my body.”

My only response is a shrug and a devious little grin. He scoffs, trying to pretend like he’s offended but the look of amusement never leaves his gaze.

“You know, Princess, fucking the sense right out of your head is only one of my many, many talents. Maybe you should dig a little deeper.”

I unbuckle his belt as I glance up and meet his gaze. “That’s yet to be seen. Why don’t you worry about doing the first one right before we broach the subject of your other skills?”

“I think it’s time to shut you up,” he practically snarls as he stands up and unbuttons his jeans. Propping myself up on my elbows, I can’t take my eyes off him as he kicks his jeans off and stands in front of me naked. I lick my lips and my gaze drops to his cock as he takes it in his hand and strokes it, his eyes burning a hole through me.

“Stand up,” he orders and I scramble to my feet, more amenable than I was only moments ago. Something about the way he’s taking control right now makes me want to please him. Plus, watching him stroke his impressive length as he turns me into a helpless puddle of goo with just his eyes is impossible to ignore. When I stand in front of him, he releases his cock and slides a hand into my hair as he pulls me forward and claims my lips in a kiss that screams ownership. I should pull away but even as my mind is urging me to do so, I’m leaning closer because every cell in my body feels like it’s exploding with desire and I can’t stop this wild ride he seems to be taking us on.

“Chance,” I whimper as he tightens his grip in my hair and trails hot kisses down my neck.

“Fuck, Princess. Say my name again.”

I shake my head. “Only if you earn it.”

His growl vibrates against my ear as his teeth sink into my skin and I cry out, gripping his biceps to keep myself upright. “Oh, I’ll earn it, baby. You’ve been talking a whole lot of shit tonight and now you get to reap what you sow.”

“Big talk,” I whisper but my words lack conviction because I’m dangling on the edge of a cliff, desperate for him to catch me. It’s a position I haven’t found myself in for a long time and it would piss me off if my body wasn’t filled with so much need. Damn whatever repercussions there may be. I’ll deal with them when this is over because I already know there is no walking away from Chance. Even if I could. Even if I wanted to, he would never let me.

He guides me back down to the bed and pushes on my shoulder until I’m laying back with my legs hanging over the edge and when I meet his eyes, he smiles. “This is even better than I imagined and believe me, baby, I’ve been picturing this very thing since the moment I first saw you.”

“Show me.”

With my breathy command, he comes alive. The fire in his eyes intensifies as he plants his knee between my thighs and cages me in with his hands. He takes a moment to look me over before he leans down, maintaining eye contact with me the entire time, as he swirls his tongue around my nipple and sucks it into his mouth. A loud moan spills out of me and my entire body aches for a release that feels long overdue, but he doesn’t stop there. One hand slips between my legs and he presses his thumb to my clit, flicking back and forth as he sucks harder. I tremble beneath him and just when I’m about to catch the nirvana I’ve been reaching for, he pulls away.

I cry out, my entire body jerking as I shoot an angry glare at him and he laughs, standing back up and picking his jeans up off the floor as he slips a condom out of his pocket. The dimple in his cheek pops out when he grins at me and warmth explodes in my chest, shooting out like a supernova as it warms me from the inside out. He slides the condom down his shaft and joins me on the bed again, lifting my legs up around his waist as he lines his cock up with my entrance.

“Remember, Princess. I wanna hear you scream,” he whispers in my ear before he surges forward and all the air rushes out of my body. He stills, taking his time as we both adjust to the sensations and it’s like we’re breathing in each other. Sweet Jesus. He feels perfect inside me. Like we were made for one another… if I still believed in that kind of thing.

Pushing back so he can look me in the eye, he pulls out slowly and slams home again as he leans down and steals my lips with a scorching kiss. I moan against his lips and slip my fingers into his hair as he finds his rhythm. Pull out, wait a beat and surge forward. Again and again as he continues kissing me like he’s on death row and I’m his last meal. He’s found a perfect mixture of desperation and control that drives me wild and I know I’ve never had sex like this before in my life.

His hands trail over my body, sending little sparks of heat straight to my core. The gentle touches are in such contrast to the harsh, commanding way he’s thrusting into my body that my head spins and I wonder if it’s possible to lose my mind from the most incredible sex I’ve ever had. He groans and his hips move faster, giving me exactly what I need and my grip in his hair tightens as he rips his lips away and buries his face in my neck.

“Shit. Come for me, Princess,” he orders and I close my eyes, not ready to give into him yet. He moves even faster, groaning as he pulls back and brushes his thumb over my face. “Open your eyes.”

Reluctantly, I follow his command and the moment I meet his gaze, I lose it. My back arches off the bed and I scream as my body shatters into a million little pieces underneath him. He smirks, satisfied with himself, but he keeps his gaze on me as he pushes into me a couple more times before he tenses and lets out a long, low groan. The room goes quiet, our harsh breaths ringing out around us as we struggle to come down. He never takes his eyes off mine and just when I start to feel too vulnerable, too exposed, he leans in and gives me a sweet kiss that has me melting back into the mattress before he rolls off me.

He peels the condom off and throws it in the little trash can next to my bed before dragging me into his arms and burying his face in my hair. I’m tense at first but after a couple of seconds, I relax into his arms and he trails his fingers over my back.

“Hey, what was that dress for?” he asks after a moment and I laugh, pulling back to peek up at him.

“You’re just now wondering that?”

He smirks. “No, but I was a little distracted before.”

I lay my head back on his chest before sighing. “It’s for this charity thing my mother is making me go to on Saturday.”

“Oh,” he murmurs.

For reasons I may never understand, I prop myself up on my elbow and look up at him. “Do you want to go with me?”

“Do you want me to go with you?” he asks, arching a brow and I shyly nod as I look away. Maybe I’m in some kind of post sex haze but the truth is I want him to go with me. I smile more when he’s around and I miss feeling this carefree.