Taming Lily (The Fowler Sisters 3)

Reaching to my right side, I pull the hidden zipper down, feeling the fabric part beneath my arm. When it’s loose enough, I shrug out of it, pulling it over my head and tossing it so it lands on a nearby chair. I spent so much money on that dress. Why I chose to wear it to this meeting with my family today, I don’t know. And with any other man, I probably would have hung the dress back up in my closet so it wouldn’t wrinkle.

Tonight, with Max, I don’t care. I could throw it away with no regrets. As long as I get to be with him, feel his hands on my body, feel his cock thrust inside of me, hear him whisper all those dirty, wickedly wonderful words he loves to say in my ear, I’ll be fine.

I’ll be perfect.

“That bra is fucking indecent,” he says as he comes toward me, reaching out a hand to cup my breast. “I can see everything.” His thumb flicks over my nipple once. Twice. Then he brings his index finger and thumb together and pinches so tight, I gasp, sinking my teeth into my lower lip as the sting continues to burn. When he releases me, I heave out a breath, secretly hoping he’ll deliver the same treatment to my other nipple.

And I think he knows it.

“So beautiful,” he whispers, staring reverently at my chest. He cups my breasts, his thumbs sweeping over my nipples. My entire body quakes with anticipation, I’m so keyed up. I’m afraid I could come just from him playing with my nipples. I want him that much.

“That feels so good,” I tell him, unable to hold back.

“I know. I can tell. Your face is flushed and so is your chest. You always get this rosy glow when I touch you. Like my hands light you up from within,” he says, his gaze never leaving mine. “You want me to fuck you hard and make you scream. You want me to eat your pussy until you’re coming all over my face and squirming like you do. You want it all because no one else makes you feel like I do. No one.”

I swallow hard. Everything he says is true. Will I ever get tired of hearing him say such gloriously filthy things?

No, I don’t think so.

“Get on the bed, princess.” He reaches around me and slaps my bare ass, the hard smack like a jolt to my system. I jerk forward and on shaky legs walk to his massive bed, crawling onto the mattress on all fours and earning a low whistle from Max for my efforts.

“What a fucking view,” he says, and I glance over my shoulder to find him staring directly at my exposed butt.

Figures.

I turn and collapse onto the bed on my back, my arms bent at the elbow so I’m propped up and can see what he’s doing. He stands at the foot of the bed, still completely clothed while I’m practically undressed, in only a bra and heels, my hair a mess, my makeup most likely smeared or worn off, and my pussy is throbbing so bad I squeeze my thighs together to try and find some relief.

It doesn’t help. In fact, he notices the subtle move and his gaze darkens, his jaw tightens. “What are you doing?”

I don’t know how to answer him or what to say, so I stare at him helplessly.

“Did you squeeze your thighs together? Are you close to coming?”

“Y-yes,” I admit, loving the dangerous light that fills his eyes. Oh, my admission just made him so angry and I …

I fucking love it.

“You’re not allowed until I say so.” The finality to his words tells me I will be in deep, deep trouble if I come before he says I can. Which only makes me want to come quicker, sooner, harder, now.

“Do you understand what I’m telling you, princess?” he asks when I don’t say anything.

“Yes.” I nod.

“Good.” He smiles, but it’s dark. The rush that comes from the sight of his smile, the words that he says to me, are heady and strong. A realization about myself and about Max. This is exactly what I craved but never knew. His complete command over me, my total surrender to him.

My entire life, I was so used to getting whatever I wanted, and always fighting to be in control at all times for fear someone would see the real me.

Always hiding, always afraid. I never knew exactly what it was I hid but now, I’ve discovered myself. I’m only the real me when I’m with this man, in his arms, at his command.

And I love it.

“Tell me what you want,” he says, earning my attention. “And you’d better not say an orgasm.”

That’s exactly what I want. He’s a total mind reader. “What will happen if I do?”

He cocks a brow. “Do you really want to test me on that one?”

God, yes. But I pretend I don’t. “No.”

His expression relaxes. He knows he has me where he wants me. I’m not going anywhere and I know neither is he. “So tell me. Don’t be afraid, Lily. Tell me what you want.”

“I want you naked,” I admit softly, trying my best not to tighten my thighs and make him think I’m squirming and squeezing toward an orgasm.

He shrugs his shirt off without hesitation, his gaze never leaving me. No, it wanders all over me, from my face to my chest to my stomach to my legs. I feel his eyes on me as if he’s physically touching me and it’s driving me crazy with need.

“Spread your legs,” he commands gruffly as he tugs off his T-shirt, revealing his magnificent chest and abs. I stare unabashedly as I bend my knees and plant my shoes on the mattress, my heels sinking in as I swing my legs open.

“You’re not allowed to come until I say so,” he murmurs, his gaze dropping to between my thighs, remaining there, smoldering, almost predatory, as if he wants to wreck me.