Coming Home (The Surrender Trilogy 3)

was forced into the pillows and he kissed her. She gasped and her heart pounded, the mood shifting

that quickly.

“Do you feel how badly I want you, Evelyn?” He dragged the weight of his cock pressing through

his pants against her sex.

She sucked in a breath and he said, “Push me away again.”

She used her other hand. This time, when she made contact with his shoulder, his hand clamped

down on her sex, cupping her tightly. She gasped and her fingers curled around his bicep.

He chuckled, his eyes gone smoky. “You see? You’re supposed to be telling me no, but your body’s

crying yes. Go ahead. Exert yourself. Deny me. I’ll make you beg for my cock and I’ll take all the

blame so you don’t have to think. Push me away.”

He was right. Her blood tingled and she felt herself shrinking away to some hidden place inside her

filled with lightness that only he could lead her to. He released her wrist and balanced his weight on

his thickly muscled arms, causing the mattress to dip around her. She shoved at his chest, and he

ground his erection into her sex almost punishingly.

When he leaned in to kiss her, she turned away. He bit at her neck and growled, sucking and pulling

at her tender flesh. She moaned despite her physical protests. It was indeed a psychological game he

was playing. King of the mountain. He tried for her mouth again and she slithered out of his reach.

Sitting back, he grabbed her calves so she couldn’t turn to her belly, and wrenched her legs wide.

“Your pussy’s wet. I can see it glistening from here. Do you want to be fucked, Evelyn?”

“No,” she rasped, her breath coming fast as she told the lie, hiding her smile.

Leaning forward, he pinched her nipple hard and she cried out. “Little liar,” he laughed.

She pressed her foot into his stomach, not hard, but enough to force space between them. His strong

fingers caught her ankle again and tugged roughly. She gasped and watched him as he slowly sucked a

long finger into his mouth and proceeded to slide it into her pussy.

Her body contracted around the digit, but he made no further move to pleasure her. “You’re happy

simply feeling me in you, knowing I hold the control to make you come. Admit it.”

“No.”

He tipped his head back and groaned. “Oh, that word. You know what it does to me.” He twisted his

wrist and pressed his finger into her G-spot, causing her to arch off the bed. His other palm flattened over her stomach and anchored her back down. He tickled her deep in her sex, and she whimpered with

denied need.

“Ask me. Ask me to fuck you.”

“No.” Her lips twitched. She wanted to smile, but wasn’t sure why. They were playing. This was

playing.

He removed his fingers in one quick withdrawal that made her gasp. Her wrists were caught and

pinned as heat engulfed her breast and there was a tug of teeth. Her knees locked on his hips. If he

pressed his cock against her sex, she’d break.

Lips released her tight nipple, damp from his sucking and took the other. It was a painful yet

pleasurable pull that connected directly to her womb. Her thighs softened and her hips unlocked,

allowing him to fall into the cradle of her hips. His restraining hold on her arms was transferred to her hands, but her fingers intertwined with his in mutual consent.

His body blanketed her, riding over her in powerful waves. Every touch of flesh, every drag of his

tongue brought her plea closer to her lips. He was making her crazy. She arched into him and he

continued to tease and torment her, stimulating her further, but never really fulfilling her with what

she wanted most.

Words whispered over her damp skin. “Tell me . . . ask for it . . . beg me . . .”

When he tried to kiss her, again she turned away. This time he caught her hair and took what he

wanted. She bit at his mouth, giving him the fiercest kiss she’d ever given, and he took everything she had to offer. His fist tightened in her hair. “Ask me nicely.”

“No,” she panted, forcing her smirk back.

He made a sound of disapproval. His hand pulled out of hers and reached between their bodies. He

slapped her clit and she made a sound between a hiccup and a gasp. Heavy, dark eyes stared into hers.

“You’re only denying yourself, Evelyn. All the power, all the pleasure, rests in your surrender.”

He slapped her there again and she moaned. Strange, once the shock of the action faded, familiar

pleasure bloomed. A few more slaps and she would— slap— yes, she could definitely come this way.

She pressed her wet sex into his palm, a silent plea. The satisfied smile pulling at his lips told that he knew she was weakening.

“You won’t ask because you love it when I make the choice. Admit it.”