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“You’re going to be a good little succubus and do exactly what I say.” He licked up my neck, and my whole body shivered.

“You always tell me I need to earn you.” His teeth grazed my skin. “Now it’s your turn.”

My voice came out breathy and trembling. “What do you want me to do?”

His breath was hot against my ear. “Take out my cock and stroke it.” He released my throat, and the rush made me dizzy.

I reached for his waistband and pulled it down, sliding my hand inside his underwear. Both slipped low on his hips as I wrapped my fingers around him and freed his cock.

The girth still surprised me. Somehow, it seemed bigger than I remembered. I bit my lip to hide the grin trying to bloom across my face.

His eyes caught it anyway. “Like what you see, Little Flower?”

“No.”

“Liar.”

I ran my hand from base to tip, slow enough to make his head drop back. When I rubbed my thumb over the head, he groaned.

The sound went straight between my legs. I quickened my strokes.

His jaw tightened. His stomach flexed. For one second, the monster above me looked less like a man in control and more like a man trying very hard not to lose it.

Good. Let him suffer too.

“Take your pants off,” he said, voice rough. “I want to watch you touch yourself.”

I unbuttoned my jeans and wiggled out of them, tossing my pants and underwear onto his pristine floor like a heathen. His gaze swallowed every inch of exposed skin.

“Spread your legs.”

I did.

His eyes dropped between my thighs. “Now touch yourself.”

I stroked him again and reached down with my other hand, running two fingers over my clit. The contact sparked through me, sharp and nowhere near enough.

The hunger tightened inside me like a vise. I wanted to push him onto his back and climb on top of him and fuck him until neither of us could think.

But I knew what this was. A test. He wanted to see if I had learned anything from earlier. If I could sip instead of rip. If I could want him without letting the hunger turn me into something mindless.

I dipped two fingers inside myself, hoping it would ease the ache.

It didn’t.

It only made me imagine him filling me. Stretching me. Taking his time while I lost my mind under him. A small sound slipped out of me.

His head tipped forward. He watched my hand work between my thighs, his cock pulsing in my grip.

“Tell me what you’re thinking about,” he said.

My face burned. “No.”

His mouth curved. “No?”

I spread my legs wider, giving him a better view.

His eyes darkened.