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“But that’s not what I want.”

He was still standing behind her, his lips close to her ear. “Are you sure about that? Because your body doesn’t give a shit that you have an IQ higher than Einstein and multiple advanced degrees. Your body wants what it wants, and it wants you to submit.”

“No, I—”

“Walk to my desk and put your hands on it.” His voice took on a hard tone. “Do it now.”

She did it before her brain could even figure out what was going on. And damn if she didn’t feel a burning in her pussy at following his command.

“See? You’re a natural submissive. You want to be told what to do. Want to turn that brain off and let someone else control your pleasure.”

No. She shot up from where she was leaning on the desk and turned, spinning right into Lukas.

“I don’t want this.”

“You came as I slapped your pussy, Reina, because I commanded you to come.”

She could feel her face turning red and stared down at the floor. She had done those things. And it was sick.

“No.” He took her chin between his fingers and lifted her face. “You have nothing to be ashamed of. You came beautifully all over my fingers, and I want to feel that again, as well as on my tongue and cock.”

A shudder ran through her whole body. “I—I...” She couldn’t get words out.

“That’s right, princess, just feel. Turn off that brain.”

“I can’t.” That meant losing control.

“You sure about that?” His fingers eased into her hair at the nape of her neck, big palms engulfing her cheeks as his lips lowered onto hers.

They’d done so much. He’d had her exposed, screaming. Begging. But they’d never kissed.

For all his hard, dirty words, his kiss was gentle. As if he understood how close to completely overwhelmed she was. His mouth was hot against hers, his lips teasing, nibbling.

She couldn’t help it, couldn’t hold herself back; she melted into the embrace. Her lips opened at the insistence of his tongue, and he took her mouth deeper, but just as slowly and carefully.

A knot of need twisted in her as he pulled her closer—a burn in her belly she’d never ever felt for a man, especially not just while kissing him.

And he wanted to fuck her in ways she didn’t even understand.

She was not in the same league as Lukas. He’d told her Sunday that she would never fake an orgasm with him, but that was because he’d never been in a position where he had to. He didn’t know what it was like to have your body feel completely numb at what should be pleasurable. To fake it because it was easier to do that than to explain what was wrong, when nothing should be.

Yeah, she’d gotten all hot and bothered the other night at the club. But that was the exception, very definitely not the rule.

How long before the Ice Queen made an appearance?

She couldn’t bear to think of the disgust Lukas was bound to have once he realized how cold she really was. She couldn’t do this.

“Princess, what’s wrong? Where did you go?” He asked against her mouth.

She yanked away.

“I’m not what you think, Lukas. Not that woman. Just stay away from me.”

Before he could say anything else, if he was even going to be bothered to , she turned and fled.

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