“And you’re always beautiful.”
Chapter Nine
She had not kissed him, had absolutely not invited the attention, but when the captain pulled her to his chest that night—the big spoon to her little spoon—he’d taken advantage of the bared skin and a manipulation of the rules.
This man didn’t cuddle. All the women who endured his cock were very clear on that point.
Which Eugenia had no issue of reminding him.
If they didn’t have to do it, she shouldn’t have to either.
Leaving him laughing despite her struggles and complaints.
Soft kisses on her neck, the gentle suction of her earlobe. Murmurs of all the things he wanted to do to her body... and not one of them involved doggie style.
Unleashed, he was utterly filthy, left her shivering as she tried to ignore rasping words. As she tried not to remember how good some of those things he’d spoken of had felt long ago when the world was normal.
There was no talk of price. Only a swirling tongue in the shell of her ear.
Only a powerful embrace she stood no chance of escaping.
Only the heat of a heavy member against the mound of her ass. The murmurs of a man gently undulating against her, his voice thicker than honey.
“Foreplay is against the rules!” Every bit of his game was unacceptable.
Nipping her earlobe, he asked, “Would you consider this foreplay?”
Yes! Who wouldn’t? Her nipples were hard, her body reactive. She was only human, for crying out loud. “I’m not having sex with you.”
“Precisely. So it’s not foreplay. It’s just play. And there are no rules about that.” Dark chuckles, dragging his tongue up the column of her throat in a languid wipe. “And even if there were, I’d break them... and you’d never tell.”
Oh, fuck that! She’d scream it to the dinner party. “Is this the same line you give all the women forced to whore on your ship? Same tripe you fed Kim when it was her turn to tolerate this last week? I bet she blew you to keep it short and slept on the couch.”
That earned a bite on the shoulder he’d just exposed. “As much as I’d love for you to be jealous, we both know you’re not. Don’t spoil my fun by reminding me.”
“It’s not sustainable, Aaron. The ship's culture, the women, the men, the lack of orgasm in the sense that family units are required for a future to develop. Workers will eventually grow old. This culture will fail. There will be a mutiny.” And she said all of that out loud, squirming and sighing under his lips on her skin. “Please stop doing that. It’s distracting.”
Groaning, the warmth of his voice moving from his chest straight to her nipples, he ran his lips back to her ear. “Slip your hand between your thighs and tell me what you feel like.” It wasn’t a question, and it should not have left her on the verge of coming undone. “Eugenia, touch yourself like you do in your room. When no one is looking and you take what you need. When you’re thinking of me.”
She would not moan. She would not!
But he knew how to strum up a response. “You’ll be thinking of me next time you do it. Thinking of this.” Rocking his hips against her backside, his erection just as large as she had been warned.
“Is this the famous tongue thing?” she panted.
Another wicked laugh. “No. I’ve never touched any of them like this and you know that.”
“I’m just a better opponent.” Breathless, hating herself a little for indulging. “And since violence didn’t work, you think seduction will.”
Turning her chin, lips brushing hers, he said, “If I thought seduction would work, I’d be inside you right now.”
“Psychological warfare then?”
Hazel eyes sparkled. “Do you feel outmatched? Does it feel good to know I want you?”
Good wasn’t a word worthy of how she felt. She felt depraved… and liked it.
She liked it for hours. Melting into a puddle of contentment as he bent the rules.