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“Maybe I’ll go make myself scream.”

“Mama,” he growls, sending a shiver down my spine. Fuck. I love it when he calls me that in that sultry voice of his. “We both know your own fingers won’t satisfy you the way I can.”

I scoff, looking away from him for a second as I stew. I’m torn. There is a part of me that wants to argue his point but the other part knows he’s right, knows that if I did what I’m threatening, I would just end up here again, looking for relief. My stomach growls loudly, distracting me for a moment and I sigh as I turn back to Diego.

“Okay, I’ll…”

“Have you eaten anything today?” he asks, cutting me off with a “I dare you to try” look in his eyes and I bite my lip, taking a step back as I shake my head.

“I wasn’t hungry.”

Without a word, he stands and closes the distance between us quickly. When he reaches me, he gently grips my chin in his hand, forcing my eyes to his and my nipples pebble as I lick my lips. I love it when he gets all bossy and dominating like this, even if I am in a little bit of trouble.

“Go sit your ass on that couch and I’ll get you something to eat.”

I try to pull back but his hand slips around my waist, keeping me trapped against him. “Or what?”

“Or,” he whispers, leaning in and letting his lips hover over mine. Our eyes stay locked on each other and my body buzzes with desire so strong that it feels like my knees are going to buckle. “I’ll spank your perfect little ass so hard you won’t be able to sit down for the rest of the day.”

I scoff.

“And I’ll edge you for hours, driving you so close to that peak that you get a tiny taste of the relief you need but I won’t let you come. Not once.”

My mouth pops open and as I stare into his brown depths, I know he’s completely serious. He one hundred percent would do everything he just threatened and more and I hate it. Ripping my face from his grip, I narrow my eyes at him.

“I hate you.”

He laughs and pulls me closer, pressing his lips to mine in a quick kiss before he releases me. “No, you don’t.”

“I actually do this time,” I call as he moves around me, heading into the kitchen to get me some food. Crossing my arms over my chest again, I stare at the couch and run through my options. Every single cell in my body is saying I shouldn’t give in to his demands. It sets a dangerous precedent, after all, but those same cells are also screaming in agony over how badly I need the release he promised me. Sure, I could just go use the vibrator in my bag but it won’t even be half as good and we both know it.

“Motherfucker,” I mutter under my breath as I stomp across the room and slam my ass onto the couch as I level a glare at him in the kitchen. He peeks over at me and chuckles under his breath and I swear to all that is holy, if he calls me a good girl right now, I’ll scratch his damn eyes out. As I watch him work, I think about doing the same to him and I can’t help but grin. Maybe when I wake up to pee in the middle of the night, I’ll tie his ass to the bed and tease the fuck out of him until he’s yelling more threats at me. Although, I’d have to let him go at some point and it would be worse for me then.

Gah.

I truly hate this.

There is only one other time in my life that I let a man have this much power over me and to say it ended badly would be an understatement. He and I were electric together and the highs were so damn high that it felt like I was flying but the lows… Fuck. The lows almost killed me. I push those thoughts from my head as quickly as they break through, desperate to not go back to that time in my life when it felt too hard to even open my eyes and face the day.

“What’s that look for?” Diego asks, snapping me out of my thoughts and I suck in a breath as I look up at him. He is standing next to the dining room table with a concerned scowl on his face and a plate in his hand. I shake my head.

“Nothing.”

He sighs. “Don’t lie to me, Izzy. I get there are things you don’t want to talk about but say that instead of acting like I’m some kind of fucking moron.”

“Okay,” I whisper, fighting the urge to hide from him in this moment. I hate how much he sees me, the real me, like no one else can. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Nodding, he sets the plate down on the table and moves the chair parallel with the table before sinking into it and directing me to join him. My brows knit together as I stand up and walk over to him, curious, and he watches me, his eyes heating as they roam over my body. The desire returns in an instant. When I stop in front of him, he drags his gaze up my legs and my belly to my tits before stopping on my lips as his tongue darts out to wet his own. Air rushes out of my lungs as my nipples pebble and my pussy throbs, waiting for his next move. He grabs my hand, holding it gently in his own and meeting my eyes as he gives it a tug, pulling me into his lap.

A yelp of surprise is yanked from my throat as I fall into his body. He moves my hand to his shoulder and I grip the firm muscle there as he grabs my hips, settling me into his lap. I’m straddling his thighs, my core brushing up against his denim covered erection and I release a breath as I rub against it, desperate for more. The chair is too tall for my feet to touch the floor with Diego underneath me and they dangle on either side of the chair as I look up at him again.

“I thought you were going to feed me,” I pant, rubbing him and he snakes an arm around my waist, holding me still as he nods.

“That’s coming.” His hands slip under my tank top and he lightly drags his fingertips across my skin. With a gasp, I arch my back as a war tears through me – one side desperately wanting more while the other knows I won’t survive his teasing this time. He does it again, dragging his fingers down my spine and I moan, wiggling on his lap as I press my chest into his face, begging for more. Unfortunately for me, he doesn’t seem to be in much of a hurry.

“Please.” Yes, I’m begging him and yes, I hate every single second of it. Especially when amusement lights up his eyes and he fights back a grin. He loves driving me to this point, lives for it. Watching my face, he drags his fingers to my hip and I try to rock my core against him but his other arm holds me steady, not letting me move an inch.

“You ready for more?”