“I’m not touching you.”
“Just watching me, huh?” I said with breathy amusement.
Hungry eyes roved down my face, his expression an even split between embracing his torture and loathing it.
“I’m already in Hell,” he murmured, dark lashes falling across my tits. “Might as well enjoy it.”
I couldn’t agree more.
I picked up the pacing of my fingers, circling my swollen clit faster knowing James was fully present with me now.
His eye contact was a presence felt everywhere he refused to touch me, absorbing my show for him with unapologetic greed, my flesh scorching wherever he dragged his attention next.
A guttural moan wrenched my mouth apart as molten heat began mounting in my core. James’ thumb grazed up from my neck to pet my cheek, a silent encouragement to keep going, keep pleasing myself to please him.
God, this man was a fucking weapon of pure brawn with an alter ego who had a kink for milking pain and pleasure from his victims, and I was dying to be one of them.
I wanted him to attack me, bleed me dry and fill me back up again, break my skin apart and write his name in my blood all over my body.
Just picturing us spread out on the cabin floor, fucking and hurting and coming nonstop for each other, had my fingers moving faster, raining sighs and moans all over James.
“Thank fuck we don’t have neighbors,” he gruffed, half-mast eyes devouring every drop of loud pleasure coming off my lips.
“What?” Panting, the corner of my mouth tugged. “You don’t want anyone to hear me screaming your name?”
Authority sharpened his gaze. “You better fucking not.”
“Afraid you’ll like it too much?”
“I’m afraid I’d never get the sound out of my head.” He groaned like he was in pain just thinking about it. “It’d fucking haunt me until I heard it again.”
“I’ll scream your name as many times as you ask me to and anything else you want.” Sweat and steam slicked between his forehead and mine as our heated tension built, pressing my tits to his hard chest and whispering, “I’ll be so obedient for you, you’ll start to question if it’s even me you’re fucking.”
A tortured moan shredded up his throat, dropping his head back and pinching his eyes closed, sucking back on his bottom lip.
Every muscle in my lower stomach contracted hard, sticky heat pooling between my thighs becausethe visual of James Reyes coming undone was a thing of pure ecstasy.
“Scarlett Avery,” he rasped up at the ceiling. “The brat of all motherfucking brats. The things I would do to you right now.”
An idea struck at his threatening words, and my circling fingers stopped moving.
I sat taller on his lap. “Tell me.”
“Tell you what?”
“Everything you would do to me right now if you weren’t so afraid to touch me.”
Slowly, like a predator's prowl, James lifted his head. Anticipation squeezed my heart in quicker pumps as he leveled me with his bright stare that was more black with flecks of gold now than the other way around.
“You want to know what I would do?” Darkness infused his voice, and I jerked out a fast nod.
“Uh huh.”
His strong fingers slipped from behind my neck to wind around my jaw, clasping the entire thing. Intoxicated focus dropping to my lips, dominance ate away the rest of the color to his eyes, a speck of danger drifting into the mix.
“You want me to fuck you with my words, Scarlett?”
His power-heady eyes watched my mouth as I answered with a twitching smirk.