I groan. “I can’t think.”
Affection peppers across my face. “But you must.”
“Vic, after last night, you’re not a reformed man.” I give an acerbic mouth twist, then shake my head, allowing a genuine smile to fall on my face. “I’m willing to start anew, but discussing feelings while you’re touching me . . .”
A thumb languidly circles my clit. “We’re simply multitasking.”
“Multitasking? Well, forgive my reluctance to fall into the same pattern of your sex offsetting your flaws.”
“What flaws?”
“Don’t give me that. We all have them. Oh, forgive the snub. You haven’t the slightest shortcoming.” I perch a brow. “You were, clearly, the irreproachable, little asshole at circle time.”
He regards me in confusion.
“Circle time. It’s for kinder— Oh, whatever. I’ll recycle that joke for someone else. So far, you’ve made demands. That’s gotta change. Along with you opening up a little more. Now, honestly, tell me, are you sharing more about yourself?”
“No.Us.”
I like the sound of us. “Okay?”
“Just a couple stipulations, really.”
“Stipulations? Hello, what’s a synonym for demands—stipu-fucking-lations. In a relationship?” I shove at Victor, but the madman won’t budge. For the moment, I’m stronger than I’ve ever been. However, I won’t go into the fact that I’ve already cum, so placation might be why.
With a fork fisted in my hand, I order, “Move, Victor. Since day one, I’ve been at a disadvantage here. There’s a website to meet yoursugar babyrequirements. Because you’ll never have enough money for me to fuck you ifrulesare involved. People don’t make demands in relationships.”
Victor’s hand begins to creep back under the table, but I tug onto it, ceasing his forbidden pursuit. This half-ass scuffling calls the attention of a few patrons. I can’t care. I’ll be damned if the dick might have me agreeing to a few immoral requirements of his, so I push harder to preserve the little dignity I have.
“Don’t resist.” His eyes twinkle, even though he doesn’t laugh at me as usual.
“You’re crazy.” I clench my legs together. But instead of prying them open, Victor’s fingertips slither over my thighs ever so softly.
“You’d fail as a sugar baby, Little One.”
“Good. I’ll skip thephone a friendoptionand take the loss!”
“You’re bloody stubborn,mycheeky girl.”
Holy crap. The claiming. A delicious, dark heat pools in my core, rendering my thigh muscles hopeless. I shudder as he pinches one throbbing wall then moves his attention to the other.
“Now, are you listening, Little One?”
“Maybe.” I sigh, head tilting back, eyes hooded.Now, penetrate me, you heartless bastard.
Tremors travel down my spine as he kisses my neck and moves one pleasure-seeking finger in circles over my clit. The drenched fingerprint traces over my pulsing labia. It takes all my strength not to arch upward into him.
“Yes, Victor, I’m listening,” I whisper for reassurance.
“You belong to me, Lux.” The fact scrubs roughly against my ear.
“No, I don’t, Victor.” I wield an odd sense of confidence as my hips arch toward Victor’s large fingers, yearning for more.
He stops. I’m tempted to concede,but Victor stands up. He readjusts the large lump in his pants then yanks me to him. He pins me beneath the stormy, dark waves of his eyes. “Your insolence will not go unpunished. Come with me.”
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LUXURY