Page 23 of Wicked and Ruthless

“You really think that will satisfy you better than I can?”

Haisley let loose a long whine and shook her head. She was so, so close to giving in, he could almost taste it.

“That’s what I thought,” he drawled, thumbing her nipple. “You going to stay?”

“Yes, goddamn you,” she gasped. “I’m staying.”

Triumph filled him. “Then you know what I want to hear. Say the filthy, magic words, and I’ll give you all the orgasms you can handle.”

Again, he sucked one of her nipples, rolling it across his tongue, tugging on it with a gentle nip of his teeth.

She grabbed the headboard with a whine that dripped need. “Please.”

“There it is… There’s my good girl.” He rewarded her by plucking her other nipple between his lips and dragging it in deep.

Haisley twisted and moaned, halfway to mindless. “Please…”

“Anything you want, baby. Spell it out for me.”

“Your lips. Your tongue. Your teeth.” She lifted her torso in offering, presenting him her engorged nipples. “Suck them. Give me more. Make my toes curl. Don’t stop.”

Normally, he’d remind her that she wasn’t running the show, but since her request dovetailed with his plans, he didn’t push back. “My pleasure. That’s one thing you’ll learn about me. Play nicely, and I’ll be a giver.”

Then he stopped using his words and unleashed the ferocity of his desire on her tender nipples—sucking, nipping, laving, pinching, squeezing, tormenting—until her skin flushed a beautiful, head-to-toe rosy red. She spread her legs wider and encouraged him with writhing hips.

Fuck, she exceeded every fantasy of her he’d ever dreamed up.

“Nash,” she panted. “Nash…please. I can’t—” She sucked in a shocked breath when he curled his tongue around one of her plump points again and caressed his way down her body. “Oh, god. I need…”

“What? Tell me, baby, exactly what you want and how you want it.”

“I need to come.”

“I know.” He rolled her clit under his slow-churning fingers. “Give me details. Beg me. Sweetly.”

She panted, meeting his stare with desperate eyes. “You’re being an asshole!”

“Tsk, tsk. That’s not going to end your torment.” He circled her most sensitive nub again.

“Why?”

Nash knew exactly what she was asking. “Do you need me to spell out that I like to be in control in the bedroom?”

Her eyes widened. “This torture isn’t a one-time thing?”

“No. It’s not even punishment for stringing me along and making me want you for years.” He lowered his head and kissed from the graceful arch of her neck to her breasts heaving with every breath. “It’s because I can. And because you look so pretty when you tell me how much you want me.”

Then he stifled whatever she’d been about to say by crushing her plump, gaping mouth under his.

He was drawn to her spirit. He liked the fact she knew her own mind. He adored her sassy streak, and he wouldn’t want her any other way. But damn if he didn’t want her to need him so badly she was willing to plead for her pleasure…

Haisley tore her mouth free. “Fine. Please, Nash. Pleeeaase…”

“What, baby? What can I do for you? Tell me. The dirtier the better.”

“Stop messing with me and make me scream.”

The frustration in her voice was delicious…but it told him he was approaching her limits and he’d pushed her enough. Next time—and there would be one—he’d go harder. She’d learn that when she asked him for exactly what she wanted, he delivered in full.

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