Page 53 of Diamond Don

I don’t bother hiding my grin, pleased at how the turntables have turned in my favor this time. “That’s what I thought,” I say with a chuckle, mimicking his words and tone from earlier.

“You’re playing a very dangerous game,” Nik says as his hands trail down my arms. Slowly, he places them on my hips.

“You’re just salty that I’m better at it than you are.”

My cockiness gets me a raised eyebrow again.

“Is that what you think?”

I smirk, lazily rubbing myself on his cock.

“It’s what I know.” The soft fabric of my skirt molds to my body with my movements, and his erection, hot and hard, presses against my soft flesh.

Nik’s eyes never leave mine as he slides his hands down my hips—down my thighs—until he reaches the hem of my skirt. Without hesitation, he yanks it up, immediately touching me between my legs.

Still maintaining eye contact, he pulls my panties aside. I don’t dare look away from his mesmerizing gaze, even when his fingers part me. A loud moan escapes my lips as he runs his fingers up and down. His movements aren’t brusque, but he’s not particularly gentle or tender either.

Nik raises his hand, and my underwear snaps back into place. I groan in frustration at the loss of his touch right where I need him the most. He glances at the fingers that were exploring my center before looking at me. A slow, sexy smirk takes over his face.

“You’re so fucking wet, milaya,” he says in a cocky tone. “It looks like I affect you just as much as you affect me.”

“I never said you don’t. I just pointed out I’m better at using your attraction to me to my advantage than you are. Give me half a chance, and I’ll have you eating out of the palm of my hand.”

I place a quick kiss on his neck. Nik barely stifles a groan.

“I don’t need to use your attraction to me to have you under my control. I already got you right where I want you, Kat.”

“We’ll see about that, Nik,” I say with a wink before delivering a languid, open-mouthed kiss to his neck.

A raspy breath escapes his lips, and he closes his eyes. Still, Nik resists me. In response, I move my ass up and down the length of his erection in a deliberate rhythm.

His breath catches in his throat, so I increase the urgency of my kiss against the skin of his neck. His scent is so mouthwateringly masculine and inebriating that it’s hard to fight the distraction. It takes all my willpower to resist the urge to just mindlessly pleasure him and myself.

But this moment will set the tone for all our future interactions, so I try to stay focused. I must remain in control of myself to gain some control over him—the man who holds my life in his hands.

As I increase the tempo of my movements against him, Nik grows larger and even more rigid. He pants, the warmth of his breath grazing my ear and the skin of my neck. A shiver runs through me. Still, I resist the mindless lust.

I take his physical response—and the fact that he hasn’t stopped this madness—as encouragement that I’m on the right path. I’m not sure what victory will look like in this scenario, but something tells me I’ll recognize it when I see it.

I take his hand and place it on my breast while rubbing my ass against his length. “Touch me, Nik. Please.”

With a pained groan, he does. His calloused hand palms my breast, almost roughly. My nipple hardens in return, and he responds by pinching it. I cry out, and it spurs him on. His other hand grabs the other side of my chest.

Nik’s on the verge of succumbing to the passion I’m awakening in him, so I place my hands on my thighs, spreading them wide. I grab the hem of my skirt and pull it up to my waist. Just like he did earlier, I tug my underwear aside to finger myself, spreading my wetness around my center.

While caressing my breasts, Nik groans against my neck. I increase the rhythm of my movements up and down his straining cock, and he rewards me by biting down hard on the spot where my neck meets my shoulder.

He’s close to breaking, on the brink of completely succumbing to the haze of his lust. His breaths come out in erratic pants as his fingertips mercilessly tease the tips of my breasts. There isn’t much gentleness left in him as his hips begin to move in the same cadence as mine.

All I need to do is give Nik a little push, and he will tumble down. The hard part is preventing myself from falling before him.

As I finger myself, I reach up with my other arm to pull his mouth down to my neck. Nik doesn’t fight me, showering me with forceful, open-mouthed caresses on the tender spot of flesh where he bit me. His maddening tongue touches it. The feeling is almost enough to drive me over the edge, but I don’t let myself come.

I cry out his name in pleasure, and that almost does the trick. His caresses grow more urgent as his thrusting becomes more demanding.

Somehow, through the fog brought on by the pressing orgasm building in my center, I figure it out. I realize at last what his little reactions are telling me—the way to drive him over the edge is by letting him do the same for me.

“Nik,” I pant. “I want to come for you.” The sound of his breath catching in his throat—followed by a pained groan—is all the confirmation I need. “Please, Nik. Make me come.”

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