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My pulse kicks up to unbearable levels as I look down at his expectant face. The room is almost completely dark now, the disappearing light taking his humanness away with it. His gaunt cheeks are striking, eyes a menacing glow in the shadows, body completely still, like he’s watching his prey, ready for the first sign of weakness.

But he’s not the one on the hunt tonight.

He just doesn’t know it yet.

“Good boy.” My voice has taken on a rasp with how horny he’s making me. “Last chance to admit I’m right before I prove it to you.”

Indecision crosses his face for a brief second. “I can resist.”

I smile, backs of my fingers skimming the hollow in his cheek. “For your sake, I hope you’re right. But you won’t be.”

Then I prove my point by reaching for the hem of my shirt and lifting it over my head. Immediately, Lynx’s attention drops to my torso, nostrils flaring as his eyelids flutter in an attempt to stop his eyes from rolling back. The clear and obvious lust is like a drug to my system, and I have to remind myself to take my time here. He wants me to win, but he won’t let it happen easily.

“Touch me.”

He’s stiff as he shakes his head, jaw clamped too tightly to answer.

I rest my fingertips over my collarbone and drag them slowly across my nipple and down the middle of my stomach. My skin prickles with the anticipation of his hands. “Don’t you want to feel how soft your rabbit is?”

His hands lift, shaking, and my dick throbs with the need for them to be on me, but before I get what I want, he redirects, gripping the sides of the chair so hard his knuckles turn white.

I bite back a moan, hating and loving the way he’s dragging this out.

“You’re playing a dangerous game.”

“You’re the only one in danger here.” Before he can ask what I mean, I hook my fingers in the elastic of my shorts and push them down my legs. And like it has all day, his gaze drops to the exact place I want it: on my sexy lace panties and the way the pink silk is perfectly cupping my hard cock.

His whole body locks up.

Pleasant tremors fill my belly with the way he’s looking at me, and as much as I want to strip off completely, I force myself to wait. To let him look at a bloom of precum that’s spread across the delicate material.

Lynx is breathing deeply, body twitching to get closer, so I put us both out of our misery. I step closer and closer again.

He presses further into the back of the chair, but there’s nowhere for him to go. Not when I step wider so that my knees are either side of his thighs and reach up to cup his chin.

“You sure you can resist?” I whisper.

“I could break you in two.”

“Then do it.” My gaze drops to his lips as I imagine what kind of kisser he’d be. Rough, I’d assume. Hungry. All the things that make him impossible to stop thinking about. “Take back control.”

“I never lost control. Never.”

“It’s so sweet you think that.” Because the Lynx who’s in control would never, ever let me lower myself onto his lap. Would never watch me as greedily as he is as I slide my hands up his panting chest. “See, I don’t need physical strength to snare my prey. Not when men make it so easy.” I roll my hips over his lap and feel him harden beneath me, even as Lynx tries to fight it.

“I could overpower you.”

The thought of that turns me on more than having someone so dangerous in my grasp. Maybe I’m just as fucked-up as Lynx thinks I am after all. “You could.” I take his hand from where he’s holding on to the chair for dear life and place it over my throat. The warmth of his touch spreads over my skin and sends heat directly to my cock. I don’t need to tell him to squeeze. It’s instinct. This predator/prey thing he’s always talking about. Lynx still sees himself as the dominant one here; he doesn’t even realize what’s happening.

“You could overpower me,” I whisper, lips only inches from his, but his hand keeps me in place so I can’t close the distance. “You could have me completely at your mercy. You’re strong. I’m weak. I wouldn’t stand a chance.” My tone goes from meek to confident. “But you won’t.”

Interest crosses his expression.

“Instead, you’re going to let me go.”

His lips curl into that dangerous grin of his, and finally, that hesitance is melting away. “And why would I do that?”

“Because when you do, I’m going to run.” Before his confusion can take over, I keep talking. “And you’re going to chase me.”