What if I was meant for the man sitting right across from me?
Crow finished his dinner and entertained himself with my appearance. He stared at the features of my face, entranced by the bruises as well as the unmarked skin. Despite my appearance he wanted to keep staring, thinking there was something worth seeing. “What are you thinking?”
I could never admit the thoughts that just entered my mind. If they scared me they were bound to scare him. At one point I hated this man but now I felt something more. The realization was disturbing. “I’m thinking about you.”
“Be specific.”
“I’m thinking about going to bed with you between my legs.”
His eyes shined with approval. “When we’re finished with dinner I’ll make that thought a reality.”
“Well, I’m finished. How about you?”
He chuckled in amusement. “Impatient, aren’t we?”
“You’re the best sex I’ve ever had. How can I not be?”
Instead of being aroused by the statement he was irritated. “I’m the only sex you’ve ever had. There has never been anyone before me. There will be no one after me.” His clenched jaw dared me to disagree with him, to remind him of the other two men I’d taken to bed.
His possessiveness turned me on rather than warned me. “I really enjoy it and I want more of it. I want all you can give. I used to despise you until you were inside me. Your cock changed everything I believed in.”
His jaw unclenched and the veins in his neck stopped bulging.
I leaned over the table, my elbows resting on the surface. “Fuck me. Now.”
He took a deep breath, his nostrils flaring in response. His aroused look was the same as his angry one. He gripped the edge of the table to steady himself, those words sending him into a frenzy.
“What are you waiting for?”
“Stop. Tempting. Me.”
I loved to play this game with him. I loved pushing to the edge and making him cripple. When he was weak he was just as sexy as he was when he was strong. The fact I could manipulate him with just words made me feel powerful.
It made me feel like a queen.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’ll be fine.” When we moved together I ignored the pain altogether. His cock felt so good between my legs that I didn’t care about anything else. I pushed my dinner plate aside and leaned forward, my cleavage on display for him to see.
He immediately eyed it, his eyes turning into storm clouds. He was about to explode in a thundershower, lighting following soon after.
“When I tell you to do something, you do it.”
His eyes narrowed, equally angry and aroused. He was the only man I knew who enjoyed being dominated. He responded to my bossy attitude and loved being defied—usually because he got to punish me.
“Now.” I loved pushing him as far as he would go. I could stretch him until his breaking point and ignite a man full of rage and arousal. He fucked me like he hated me.
“You’re playing with fire, Button.”
“I am the fire.”
That finally got him to his feet. He stormed around the table and grabbed me by the arm, the one place where I didn’t receive an injury. He pulled me to my feet and threw me into his arms.
He carried me inside and into the bedroom where we had our privacy. The fire was already going because Lars prepared it every night before bed. The bed was made with new sheets that were about to be destroyed.
He stripped his clothes away with lightning speed, his look furious. “Get on the bed. Ass in the air.”
I was winning—and I loved it.
I crawled on all fours, ready for him to come behind me.
He shoved my dress up and pulled my thong down to my knees. He situated himself behind me, the head of his cock rubbing against my slit. He leaned over me and kissed the back of my back, sucking the skin harshly just the way he used to. His mouth migrated to my ear. “I am yours to command.”
The moment he yielded to me my pussy became drenched. When he commanded me I was wet, but having the authority just turned me on more. I loved being in control. I loved having power over my own destiny. My abilities had been stripped from me for so long, and when a man so domineering and powerful relented his reign, even for a moment, it sent chills down my spine. “Fuck me.”
He breathed into my ear, his arousal evident in his heavy breaths. “Yes, master.”
I arched my back and released a moan even though his cock wasn’t inside. Power was exhilarating, addicting. I understood why Crow craved it so deeply. I understood why he got off so hard when he ordered me to spread my legs and bend over.