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His big hands grabbed her knees and pressed them farther apart, until everything she owned was on lewd display. One of his fingers toyed in the hollow of her leg, right beside her pussy. She had to force herself not to wriggle sideways until he was touching her where she wanted it.

“If I kiss you here, are you going to be a good girl and stay still for me?”

Stay still? The man was a fucking sadist.

“Okay.”

He bit the inside of her thigh, and sucked the spot, his tongue doing things that made her eyes cross. Hell, he hadn’t even reached the good part yet. An evil expression settled on his face as he tortured the insides of her thighs, licking and biting and even smacking her there with his hand when she tried to shove her pussy closer to his mouth.

Damn, the man was patient—so much so that she regretted every time she’d complained about her ex being finished before the race even started. There was no race with Atlas. No making him move any faster than he intended to. His hands were like iron bands on her thighs, and she started to wonder why any guy would ever bother with rope when he could just hold the submissive where he wanted to, skin on skin. She loved being at his mercy and completely vulnerable, just because he was bigger a

nd stronger. She was used to being the strong one, the one in charge. But now she could turn off her brain and just enjoy all the crazy, sexy, and even embarrassing things he did to her.

By the time he worked his way up to her sex, the duvet was knotted in her hands and some sort of weird sound was coming out of her mouth with each breath, as if she was possessed and he was threatening to give her an exorcism.

“Shhh,” he said soothingly, stroking her thigh. “You can be patient for me, can’t you?”

She moaned and tried to push his mouth down on her by getting a grip on his short hair. Faster than she expected he jerked away and grabbed both wrists in one hand, then slapped the backs of them before smacking her pussy. The jolt of shocked, burning pain made her hips come up off the bed and for a horrified second she both couldn’t process what had happened and was in danger of orgasm.

“You . . . you . . .”

“Your pussy needs to be patient, Mila.”

She shrieked and bucked, but he pinned her down with his chest and waited. With his warm belly pressed to her nether bits, she was sorely tempted to rub her clit against his abs until she got herself off, but she was already far too self-conscious about how wet she was without drenching his belly too.

“Okay!” she grumbled. “Fuck! You’re impossible.”

“No. My role here is to do whatever amuses me, and yours is to take it like a good girl.”

“So you’re just going to keep torturing me?” she snapped. “Why don’t you fuck me already?”

“You swear at me again and I’ll find something to keep your mouth busy.”

Possibilities ticked through her mind as they stared at each other, and eventually she had to look away. Both of them knew who the boss was here, although she gladly would have sucked anything he offered her by then.

He was watching her, as though waiting to see if she’d swear again.

She only whimpered and squeezed her eyes closed.

“That’s right. You can wait as long as I think is necessary, can’t you.”

“Please not too long,” she begged, ashamed as soon as the words left her mouth. So pathetic.

His laugh held a hint of cruelty that made her squirm.

“Spoiled. You’re too used to getting what you want.”

“No, I’m not,” she whispered. “It’s been a really long time, and you’re not playing fair.”

“There’s no fair,” he said, “there’s just me and you.” Holding her gaze, he lowered his face between her legs so slowly that she had to dig her fingertips into the mattress to keep from grabbing him again.

His fingers spread her labia and she froze, holding her breath and striving to behave.

“Aww, your poor little clit is so hard.” His warm breath curled around her there and cooled the slickness between her legs.

She whimpered and tried to control the way her legs shook.

“Why are you so wet?” His finger traced through the evidence of her arousal, but he didn’t push it inside of her.


Tags: Sparrow Beckett Masters of Adrenaline Erotic