“What?” I balled my hands into fists. “What now?”
“I need you to tell me you want this.” He rubbed his palm against me, sending a buzz through my clit.
“Since when does it matter what I want?” I gave him a glare that I hoped curdled his insides.
Instead, he smiled. “I like it when you’re feisty. Maybe even more than when you’re sweet.”
“I hate you.” I put all the venom I possessed into the words.
“We’ll see if you still say that when I’ve got my face buried in your sweet cunt.” He slid his index finger up and down the seam of my jeans, sending shocks of desire skittering along my skin. “You can tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll stop.” He bent lower and pressed his lips along my jaw line. “But if you want me to taste you, to devour you until you lose control, I’m going to need you to ask for it.”
“You’re sick.” I gripped his shirt and closed my eyes, trying to be anywhere else but here, pressed against this door, with a devil whispering dark desires.
“And you’re wet.” He claimed my mouth, his tongue delving and exploring, taking my breath and replacing it with his.
I hated him, hated everything he’d already done to me and what he had planned. But more than anything, I hated the way he made me feel—the tightening in my stomach and the heat between my thighs as he took what he wanted. All of it was so wrong. The one man who was right for me never made me burn bright, never set me spinning the way Sebastian did. I was sick and twisted for enjoying his touch, but I couldn’t stop it any more than I could leave this house.
My thoughts vanished in a haze of lust as his tongue stroked mine, teasing and taking as he pressed me against the door. He worked my pussy, sliding his hand over my jeans. Then he pulled back and slapped me right on my sensitive clit.
I bucked and cried out into his mouth, but he swallowed the sound and returned to stroking me. Another slap from his palm made my knees go weak.
He grabbed my ass and lifted me, carrying me to the bed and laying me down with my hips on the edge. “Take off your clothes.” His pupils had grown larger, swallowing the green with the same blackness that resided in his soul.
I hesitated. He dropped to his knees between my legs and yanked at the button on my jeans.
“I’ll do it.” I grabbed his fingers and held on.
“Make it quick.” He sat back on his heels.
I sat up and, with shaking hands, unbuttoned my jeans and pulled the zipper down. He watched like a cat stalking a bird—no movement undetected.
“You promise you won’t hurt—”
“I gave you my word. Now quit stalling.” He reached out again, but I slapped his hand away and pushed my jeans down my thighs and then to my calves.
Impatient, he pulled them the rest of the way off. “Now your panties.” He smirked up at me. “I can tell they’re already soaked.”
Heat bloomed in my cheeks, and I prayed for some miracle to save me from his clutches. But nothing happened, and I would have to comply if I wanted Link to see another day. A dark voice whispered that I was enjoying it, that I wanted Sebastian’s tongue inside me, but I refused to listen to it. It wasn’t true, was it? My fantasy from earlier resurfaced, and the shame of it almost choked me, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t.
I hooked my thumbs along my hips and pushed the material down. Keeping my legs together as much as possible, I slid my light blue panties over my knees and let them drop down my calves.
“I want to see all of you. Pull your shirt up.”
I narrowed my eyes. “That wasn’t part of the deal.”
He tore his gaze from my thighs to give me a sharp glare. “Is that how you’re going to play this? If you comply”—he ran his fingers along my knee and higher—“I’ll go easier on you.”
I wasn’t giving him anything extra. This little part of me was all he’d ever have. “Do your worst.”
His handsome smile reappeared, and if I looked at him in the right light, I could almost think he was a charming man. But I knew different.
“I like it better this way.” He pressed his wide palm to my chest and pushed my back down to the bed.
His hands ran up the insides of my thighs, easily overcoming what little resistance I could give. He spread me wide, cool air hitting my hot skin, and then moved closer so that his shoulders pressed against my legs.
“You’re going to enjoy everything I do.” His warm breath on my pussy sent a tremor through me. “But I’m going to enjoy it far more. Now, ask me for it.”