Don't Tell (Don't 1)

“It’s too soon. We don’t know each other well enough. I don’t want to owe you something like that, Sam.”

His gray eyes pierced through the walls I was putting up. “Come with me. Be with me. Let me

do this for you.”

He took the glass from my hand and rested it on the coffee table. My heart beat wildly. His eyes dipped to my breasts. He pushed my shirt up, exposing my nipple. He bent his head to take it in his mouth.

He sucked it between his teeth and I whimpered.

“Is this mine?” he asked.

“Yes.” My head leaned back on the cushions.

He rolled the other nipple between his fingers before sucking it into his mouth. “And this, is it mine, Natalia?”

“Oh, yes.” I was already wet and the fire was burning in my core.

He let go and I felt the cool air brush over my wet skin. He left my shirt dangling around my shoulders. His lips moved over mine.

“And these lips.” He kissed me. “Are these mine or not?”

I nodded as he bit my bottom lip. All at once his hand was snaking up the back of my running shorts, squeezing my ass. I squealed. But his grip was firm and his voice was serious.

“I love your ass. Tell me it isn’t mine,” he commanded.

“It’s yours,” I whispered.

One finger and then another slid between my legs, over my slit, and tugged on my throbbing clit.

“Oh,” I moaned. “God, Sam.”

He twisted it slightly and I felt the need building. He was making his point clear.

He pushed his fingers inside me while his thumb rubbed over my swollen nub. “All of this is mine, isn’t it?”

I bit my lip. I was clenching around his fingers while they pushed inside me, curling against my walls.

“It is,” I whispered, clawing at his back.

He pulled his hands away and sat forward to pick up his wine glass. I wiggled upward and watched him.

He looked at me over his shoulder, grinning.

“I want you with me, Natalia.”

I closed my eyes. I wanted it too. He was giving me a chance to pack up and leave the Goddesses for good. But at what cost? Was I his plaything? Some dance girl he bought to get him through the season?

“Are you mine?” I asked the question bluntly.

“What?”

I could play the same games he could. I maneuvered so I was straddling him on the couch.

“You know you own me. But do I own you?” I ran a finger along his jaw and to his bare chest. I didn’t stop there. My nails scraped his sides and I dropped to the floor between his knees. He leaned back while I pulled his warm up shorts from his legs. His cock sprung free and I smiled.

I licked the tip, tasting the freshness of the shower on him. I kissed the silky skin before gliding my tongue over the sensitive spot between his balls.

“Natalia.” He shoved his cock closer to me.