“And I’m never going to change. It’s who I am, and I’ll dull it down whenever we’re together. But sometimes, I’ll slip up. If you’re okay with that, then I’d like to make this work.”
“In your defense, I feel like I provoked you.”
“No.” He brought me closer into his chest. “You asked me a question, and I didn’t give you a good enough answer.”
“I was too hard on you…”
“I like it when you’re hard on me. That’s why I’m so obsessed with you.” He leaned into me and pressed his lips to mine, giving me a kiss so soft I thought his lips were made of rose petals.
When he pulled away, I was a little light-headed. All the anger I had from the night before disappeared. Now, I just wanted him to stay with me forever. I wanted that kiss a million times over, until the sun burned out.
“So I’m sorry and you’re sorry.” He kissed the corner of my mouth. “Now we can move on.”
“Yeah…”
He cupped my cheek before he kissed me again, giving me a more forceful embrace.
I melted under the touch, feeling my entire body get pulled under. I was drowning, but every moment I didn’t have air was the best struggle I’d ever experienced.
He guided me to my small bed in the corner and laid me down, his powerful body covering mine. His hands immediately yanked up my dress before he peeled off his jacket. He wrapped my leg around his waist before he crushed his mouth to mine, bruising my lips with the intensity of his kiss.
Like nothing happened, I hooked my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss, falling under the spell he cast. He had a hold on me that couldn’t be shaken, and it ran so deep in my veins that it hit bone. He possessed me and claimed me as his, and for the first time, I was perfectly fine being claimed by a man.
After we had dinner at his place, I went to the sink and started to scrub the dirty dishes. A habit that I had never shaken, I liked to place all the dirty dishes in the dishwasher before I went to bed. Having a clean kitchen in the morning put my mind at ease. And with a kitchen as nice as his, it needed to be kept clean.
“What are you doing?” He shut off the faucet and grabbed the plate from my hand.
“Dishes. You’ve never done it before?” The corner of my lip rose in a smile because I liked being a smartass.
“Many times.” He set the wet plate in the sink. “But you aren’t doing the dishes. I’ll take care of them later.”
“But you always take care of them.”
“Because you’re my guest.” He grabbed both of my wrists and guided me against the kitchen island, making my back press against the counter. He kept his hold securely around my wrists, squeezing them slightly. “Do you understand me?”
“No. I’ll never understand you.” Sometimes, I defied him just to get a rise out of him. His eyes gave me a smoldering look, and he was even sexier that way.
“I guess I’ll have to make you.” He lifted me up and set me on the kitchen island. He wrapped my legs around his waist and pressed his hard-on right against me through his jeans. “In case it wasn’t clear before, my cock is only hard for you—no one else. So don’t ever accuse me otherwise again.” His hand fisted my hair, and he got a good grip on the back of my neck. “Do we understand each other now?”
This time, I obeyed him. “Yes.”
“Good.” He slid his hand under my dress and down my panties in a nanosecond. Large fingers found my clitoris, and he rubbed me aggressively, trying to get me off right in the middle of his kitchen. He looked into my eyes with the same expression of steel and watched me writhe for him. “I love watching your face as you come.”
My hands snaked to his biceps, my anchor, and I held on as he continued to rub me down below. It felt so amazing, like a fire burning white-hot. It scorched every inch of my skin and burned me from the inside out.
He pressed his lips to my ear and held his breath, waiting for just the right moment.
I felt the burn between my legs grow until it reached the breaking point.
“Now come.”
I obeyed his command and felt my body disintegrate as the pleasure ripped me apart violently. Incoherent screams escaped from my throat, and I wasn’t sure what I was saying or what I meant to say. With just his fingers, he turned me into a puddle at his feet. I could only imagine what his big, fat cock would do.
He admired the spent look on my face, the corner of his mouth rising in a triumphant grin. “Hope you aren’t too tired. Because it’s my turn next.”