A whimper escaped my lips as I gripped Sam’s shoulders, desperate to hold on to something. The complete darkness in the room drove every sensation to an even more intense level.
“I didn’t give you permission to touch me. Put your hands back on the wall.”
An ache burned deep and hot inside me. Only he knew this side of me. But I couldn’t go there, or I wouldn’t survive my plans. I’d created this void between us, and this was the price.
My fingers dug into the jacket of his tuxedo. “I don’t need permission. I do what I like.”
“Wrong.” He stood, grasping my wrists and pressing them above my head.
He brought his mouth a hairsbreadth from mine.
“You lost that right when you chose someone else.” Anger radiated through his words. “When you chose an easier life. Now you get what I give you.”
I couldn’t defend myself. I’d broken our hearts.
“And what is it you plan to give me?”
“First, you answer yes or no.”
“You know what I’ll say.”
“Do I, Highness?”
“Sam, you know me better than anyone else.”
“I thought I did. I was wrong. Now answer, yes or no.”
“Yes. Dammit. Yes.”
He shifted my wrists to one of his hands. Then, using the other, he cupped my throat, applying enough pressure to make it deliciously uncomfortable and arousing without restricting my airflow.
I couldn’t help but moan, loving the feel of him so close to me. All my senses ran on hyperdrive, my body begging for more, needing more, oh so much more.
As if hearing my thoughts, Sam rubbed the stubble along his jaw against my cheek a second before he bit my lower lip, making me gasp.
“Do you ache, Highness? Do you need me to push you? Force you to release that control?”
My core clenched as my pulse jumped. “I took care of myself before you. I am capable of doing it now.”
“Don’t even pretend for a moment that you don’t want more from me.” Now he nipped my earlobe. “For three years, I’ve fucked you in every way possible. I’ve heard every one of your moans and pleas. I know exactly how to make you beg.”
He was too damn cocky for his own good.
To hell with this guilt bogging me down. Right now, I would get laid the way I liked.
Turning my head and lifting up on tiptoes, I took hold of his bottom lip with my teeth and bit down hard enough to draw blood, then licked it.
A growl erupted from his throat a second before he released my wrist, grasped the back of my head, and covered my mouth with his.
The taste of him exploded over my senses, intoxicating and consuming.
I wanted more, so much more. His tongue dueled against mine in a game of dominance. One we’d played so many times. My breasts swelled, and my nipples strained against the confines of my gown, desperate for his palms to mold, tease, and pinch.
I scored my nails along the back of his neck, knowing he’d have my marks on his skin, and then dug my fingers into his thick hair.
“Naked. Now.” In a frenzy, I pushed at his jacket, needing to get to his skin.
I fucking loved the body he hid under his custom-tailored suits. Not only was he beautiful to look at with his tattooed, sculpted physique, but he moved like a honed weapon.