Page 43 of Dare To Live

“Clean up the mess, then come through to the other room.”

She crouches for her clothes.

“Oh, no, Hellcat. You’re proving that this whole closure via fucking thing is your chosen course of action. No clothes for you until you either say you’re done, or until I say you can.”

I walk out of the room without another glance in her direction. With any luck, I’ve humiliated her enough that when I next see her, she’ll be dressed and rushing into the guestroom, where she’ll remain until it’s time to leave.

I’m sitting on the couch, feet propped on the coffee table, when she reappears.

For fuck’s sake. She’s still naked.

“Sit down.” I wave to the single armchair.

She perches on the edge of it. I smile.

“You’re not convincing me of your commitment to the cause. Sit back, open your legs. Let me see what you’re trying to seduce me with.”

She slides back onto the cushion and, holding my gaze, lifts one leg and hooks it over the arm of the chair. My jaw clenches. The position opens her up, hides nothing from me. Her pussy is pink, glistening, wet. My dick strains against my pants, wanting nothing more than to reacquaint itself with its favorite place to be.

“What now?” Her voice is a husky whisper. “Do you want me to touch myself? Make myself come for you? I know you love to watch me play.” There’s a glint to her eyes that makes me wonder if she knows what I’m doing. “I can see how hard you are. Don’t you want me to come over there so you can fuck me?”

“What’s the hurry, Princess? Think all it’ll take is one quick fuck to get that closure you want so much?”

“You could take your pants off and let me suck your cock.”

“I could, or you could crawl over here and take out my dick yourself.”

She slides off the armchair and onto her hands and knees.

“Just remember, sweetheart, the second my dick touches your lips, it means you’re accepting my terms. Everything I want, for as long as I want, until I say it’s over.”

Chapter 25

Arabella

I can see the challenge in Eli’s eyes. He thinks I’m not going to go through with this. If I have to seduce him into fucking me, I will. I’m not going to change my mind.

Crawling toward him across the wooden floor, I sway my ass as I move. He remains still, as I move closer and closer. When I reach his legs, I take them off the coffee table and lower them to the ground.

I smile up at him, lick my lips and spread his thighs with my hands, so I can crawl between them. “Are you hard for me, Eli?”

Eli’s expression seems to be carved from stone. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

My hands slide up his thighs, over the waistband of his sweats and I run my nails lightly over his abs.

He captures my wrists and lowers them back down to his thighs. “I never gave you permission to touch me anywhere else. Just your mouth on my dick.”

I pout. “But I want to explore you with my hands and tongue.”

All the new tattoos he has. Every dip and curve of muscle that I felt under me when I was lying on top of him last night. I know exactly what I want from him.

“That’s not what I told you to do.”

“Eli—”

“If you’re not going to do this my way, then we’re done. Go and put your clothes on.”

“I’m not stopping.”

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