“How should I teach you to keep that pretty little mouth of your shut until you’ve thought things through? I could fill it, but I’ve already done that. No. I think I’ll teach you about patience and obedience.” He released his grip and she took a shaky breath. Trailing his fingers down her side, he learned her curves. He reached the hem of her dress and caressed her skin and the soft material of the dress. “Waiting can be difficult, but the buildup.” He continued his strokes. “Is worth it.” Her eyes dilated. He shoved her dress up to her waist and cupped her pussy. “I can feel your heat through your panties. You might not like the way I do things, but you like me, don’t you.”
She opened her mouth.
“No lies…” He growled.
Her mouth slammed shut.
“Is it so hard to admit?”
“Yes.”
“Why?” He circled her swollen clit through the soft cotton.
“B-Because.”
“That’s not an answer.” He continued his slow circles.
She parted her lips and moved her hips. He pinched her clit. She flinched and cried out. He flicked her nub gently. Her eyes glossed over.
“Tell me.”
She whimpered and he stopped.
“No.”
“Then give me what I asked for, Lark.”
“Because—this isn’t m-m-e.” She jumbled the words together.
“What?”
“Liking—this.” She spat the words out like they were something disgusting.
He rolled her bud between his fingers and she purred like a jungle cat. Fierce, lithe and sexy, she could never be an average house cat. This woman had claws that could kill. “What’s this, Lark?”
“G-giving up—control.”
“Oh, but I think that’s what you need to learn.” He slipped his fingers inside her underwear and her cream coated his fingers. “You are so fucking hot and wet.” He parted her folds and circled her entrance. “I bet you’re tight too.”
Panting, she rocked with the motion of his caresses. Her body tensed.
“But…we’ll have to find out another time.” He removed his fingers. “Because I don’t
reward bad behavior.” Pan stepped back from her, ignoring the screaming protest in his pants. He would never let a woman control him.
Chapter Three
Needy, angry and wet, Lark rested her head against the wall. She’d never felt more alive, or more intrigued by a man. I’m sick. This is my dysfunction. I’m incapable of being in a healthy relationship. She always had the upper hand with the men she’d dated. It was the only way it worked for her. She needed to remain in control and call the shots. It was a personality flaw she accepted…until right now. Pan turned her inside out and challenged everything. It made her want to claw his eyes out and fuck him at the same time. Even now, her core throbbed and her cream continued to flow. What kind of person am I? Her arousal disgusted and confused her. She had no clue where Robin was or how she was being treated. The possibilities were endless. Each image that popped into her mind was worse than the one before.
She pushed off from the wall
and tried to gather her wits. How do you come back at
someone after they made your panties wet, took you to the brink of orgasm and shut you down all in the same ten minutes? She ran her hands through her hair and breathed deep to bring her galloping heart to a slow canter.
“You calm now?” Pan asked. He was the epitome of cool. Perched on the edge of the bed
with his elbows resting on his knees, he watched her with veiled eyelids. His blue eyes gave away nothing.