Page 38 of Secret Twins for the Orc

“You can smell that?” I squeak and try to scramble away from him. But in a second his big palm is wrapped around my ankle, and he growls.

“Don’t run from me. Not unless you want me to chase you.”

My lips part, chest rising in shallow pants and nipples hardening as I sit frozen, helpless to do anything but watch him and let his rough voice wash over me.

“Take off your shirt,” he murmurs when I make it clear I’m not going anywhere, and he releases my ankle when I shift to kneel and pull my shirt and tank up.

“I want to hear verbal confirmation, Ella.”

I pause, staring at him with my shirt hitched just under my bra, surprised at the way the hard tone of his voice makes my stomach flutter in anticipation. “Uh, yes, okay.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes…sir?”

His eyes rake over me approvingly, and he nods. “Good.”

Oh, shit. My entire core just clenched at that. I finish pulling the material off my torso, and find myself staring at him with wide eyes, shocked at myself for my reactions. This has never happened to me before. I’m in charge of so many people in the office, managing multi-million-dollar projects daily, and I’ve always brought an element of that confidence to the bedroom. I’ve never even had anyone even try to command me like this.

But Rhokar is doing it so effortlessly. What’s more, I like it.

“And the bra,” he says, once my shirts are on the floor.

“Yes, sir,” I practically whisper.

A second later, it’s unclipped.

He huffs out a breath, and then both his palms are covering me, cupping my breasts completely. His expression melts as he touches me, and I gasp when he pinches both my nipples roughly.

“Fuck, Ella,” he whispers, and then he’s bending down over me, his tusks pressing into my skin as he sucks my nipple into his mouth and swirls his tongue, the electric pleasure barely shooting through me before he releases with a wet pop and switches sides.

“Rho,” I whimper, wrapping my arms around his head. He grunts and falls backwards, twisting so that he’s sucking my breast from beneath me, one arm curled firmly around my waist to hold me in place as the other drops to the waistband of my jeans, and he shoves them down my legs.

“Off,” he snaps when they don’t make it down far enough, and he accentuates it with a hard smack against my ass and a grin. “Now.”

“Bossy,” I huff, responding to his playful look as I twist to get my shoes, panties, and jeans off all in one go, but he just tucks one arm behind his head, giving me the perfect view of his wide chest and his huge, bunched bicep as he watches me.

When I get my clothes off, I come up to a kneel, and throw my jeans at his face. “Happy?”

“Very,” he says as he catches them deftly, tossing them to the side with a flick. And then his eyes are caressing every inch of me, and an intensity is falling back over his features that has my blood heating.

“Beautiful,” he whispers.

“Your turn,” I murmur as I crawl back towards him, but when I reach for his zipper he shakes his head, grabbing my wrist.

“If you take them off, I won’t be able to stop myself from sliding deep inside you.” His words rumble from his chest hoarsely, and I feel my eyelids flutter with desire.

“Sounds good to me.”

He shakes his head again, his eyes dragging down to the juncture between my legs. “I had a different plan.”

“Please, sir,” I whisper, making my eyes wide as I draw my palm over his hardness, and I feel the way his length jumps at my words. “I promise I’ll be a good girl.”

I’m leaning into it the whole thing a little hard, and we both know it. But he snorts and releases my wrist anyway, and I bite my lip to hide my grin as I hastily unbuckle him.

He knew I was overdoing it, but he still liked it. And he still let me.

That’s kind of cute.

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