“Stop,” she pants, but it turns to a moan when I dig my fingers into the flesh of her ass again.
I’m at an advantage, fully clothed while she’s in nothing but a thin tank top and a scrap of lace pretending to be panties.
“Kaci,” I say against her lips once more, but she doesn’t give in. She doesn’t open her mouth to grant the entrance I’m begging for. Instead her fingernails dig into my chest. My shirt barely serves as protection from her attack, but I’m not hindered.
“I’m not playing this game with you, gorgeous.” I fist her hair, tugging until the long column of her neck is exposed and she’s whimpering.
“Please don’t,” she rasps when my tongue, obviously not good enough for her mouth, traces the fluttering pulse point at the base of her throat.
Her back bows, the movement causing her body to tease and taunt me further as her lush tits press against me. She must realize the contact because she swivels her hips against me as much as the curvature of her body will allow.
The room has fallen silent as the songs ends. The only seductive sounds around us now are the harsh pants from our mouths and her keening cry when I sink my teeth into her shoulder. It’s not enough to hurt her or draw blood, but that doesn’t stop the goosebumps from radiating down her arms.
Her mouth says stop one more time, but her hips never stop moving against mine.
“Enough,” I spit, pulling her back up to standing and releasing her.
“TJ?”
I hate the waver in her voice and the doe eyes she’s blinking up at me.
“Is this a game to you?” My words are harsh and accusatory.
“I wanted you to stop.”
Her eyes never leave my lips, and fuck if they don’t tingle at the attention.
“Stop?” I huff, my hands raking over the top of my head. “Okay.”
I turn to leave, but her hand on my arm stops me. With my jacket still on, I can’t feel the warmth of her embrace, and I fucking hate it.
“Dance with me.”
I turn, finding her arms open, and I’m every part the damn fool my father told me I was because I walk right back into her fucking arms.
I kill.
I maim.
I torture.
Yet, this pixie of a girl is controlling me. I only allow it for now because cold has replaced the warmth on my chest from where she was, and I hate the chill it forces over my skin even though I’m fully clothed.
“There isn’t any music.”
“We don’t need music,” she whispers. “Move with me.”
I should feel like an idiot, standing in this girl’s apartment, my hips swaying and moving to a song only she can hear in her head, but I don’t let it slow me down. My fingers find her ass again, and I pull her against me with a grunt when her warm lips tease my neck. I bite my lips to stop the moan that needs to escape. I refuse to give her the satisfaction.
I slide a leg between her thighs, rolling her body so she feels the friction against her clit. With nimble fingers, I pull the strap of her tank away and nip at her shoulder.
“Kaci,” I pant against her warm skin.
Just like last time, she tenses a single second before she pushes against my chest. I don’t relent this time. If games are what she wants, I’m willing to play this time.
I dig my teeth into her shoulder hard enough to bruise, deep enough to leave my mark on her body long after I’m gone.
“Don’t,” she whimpers while her fingers dig harder into my clothes.
“That’s enough, gorgeous.” I pull my body from hers, but only far enough to reach between us and use my free hand to rip open my belt.
“Wh-what are you d-doing?”
She’s realizing the tables have turned. She’s not the one in charge, and sorry for her if she even believed she was for a second.
“Down,” I command adding pressure to her shoulders while my hand still grips her hair. My cock is out a second later. “We’re playing your game.”
Her knees hit her hardwood floor with enough force that a wince creases the corners of her eyes, but this is what she does isn’t it? I can’t feel sorry for her, can’t back away now. This is, after all, exactly what she expects of me. What she expects of every man she comes in contact with.
Her eyes widen further when I pull my knife from my belt.
“Is this what you need?”
She doesn’t answer, but her gaze never leaves my blade until it’s out of her line of vision and running down her neck. Her breaths increase in speed, the hot air teases the head of my cock like a caress.
“Suck,” I command, shifting my hips a couple inches closer until my dick is resting on her perfect fucking bottom lip.