Page 13 of Now You're Mine

And I’m about to teach him his first lesson…

Dropping his hand, he makes a move toward me, but I hold my hand up, and he stops. “On your knees,” I say, unblinking.

There’s a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes like he’s not sure if I’m serious or not. Like this could be some kind of trick.

“Get. On. Your. Knees,” I repeat.

His pale eyes darken, and his jaw tightens, and we’re in a stalemate for a full thirty seconds until....he drops to his knees in front of me, just like he did in the ballroom earlier.

With his dark robe flowing around him, he looks up at me, defiant and beautiful. He looks like the devil pleading for absolution.

And maybe he is.

But the devil can’t be forgiven, can he? That darkness runs through his veins, and that’s not something that can be wished away. It’s a part of him. It’s who he is at his core.

With his jaw tight, he waits for my command. Fuck, this is fun. Handing over control has to be agonizing for him, and I’m in love with it.

I step up to him, reaching out to brush the tip of my finger along his cheek, across the scratch I inflicted the other day. It feels rough like it’s healing.

But I’m not gonna lie, seeing my mark on him fills me with a deep sense of pleasure. And seeing this powerful guy, on his knees in front of me, is hot as fuck.

I grab his jaw, just like he grabbed mine a few minutes ago. “I’m sick and tired of you boys having all the fun,” I say, my anger seeping through the cracks of the calm I’ve tried to create. “It’s time someone puts you in your place.”

His eyes narrow, but he’s smart enough not to say anything. I shove his face and take a step back. With my eyes never leaving his, I reach under my short dress and pull my underwear down, then step out of him. Roman’s eyes brighten a little, and I can tell he’s curious about what I have planned.

Kicking my panties aside, I back up until I reach the tufted leather sofa. It has a flat low back, and I lean against it, pulling one heeled foot up.

“Come here,” I say, tugging the hem of my dress up, exposing my pussy to him.

With a quirk of his lips, he rises to his feet and closes the space between us. He towers over me, and I glance up, up,upto his angular face. He looks somewhere between angry and curious.

“Back on your knees,” I say, using my finger to illustrate him falling back to the ground.

With the promise of my pussy now, he immediately complies, falling right in front of me. He’s at the perfect height this way. Sliding my foot onto his shoulder, I tip my hips forward, so he has access to my entrance.

“Lick my pussy,” I say, reaching forward to thread my fingers through his thick hair.

With a growl, he doesn’t even hesitate. With my free hand, I grip the back of the sofa, and with my other hand, I use his hair to anchor me. And thank God, too, because the second his tongue touches my clit, my body jerks, and liquid heat immediately floods my veins.

“Oh,” I whisper, letting my head fall back.

His hands come up and cup my ass, pulling me more firmly against his face as his tongue pushes into me, while at the same time sucking my clit. It’s the most intense feeling, and hot energy moves through me, electrifying every nerve in my body.

“Yes,” I hiss, gripping his hair, tugging on the dark strands as his tongue continues to writhe inside me. He’s buried so deep, devouring me with such enthusiasm, you’d think my pussy was the promise of his redemption.

After only a few minutes, that beautiful pressure begins to build, and I start trembling, my pussy clenching in preparation for the wave of pleasure that will soon engulf me. My grip tightens on his hair even more, and my hips tilt upward, undulating under his very talented tongue.

But right before I’m about to break, he pulls away and rises to his feet. He’s breathing hard like he just ran a marathon. He’sstaring down at me, an intent look in his eyes like he either wants to fuck me or murder me. It’s hard to tell.

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” I say. He does this a lot, and I’m starting to think it’s a thing with him. Take me to the brink, then just abandon me right before I’m about to come. It’s the ultimate dick move.

But this time, he’s not pulling away to torture me. I can see he’s struggling with something.

“I’m not done with that mouth,” I say firmly, resisting the urge to reach down and finish myself. I’m so fucking close, it’d take two secondsmax.But it’s the principle, so I grip the sofa and grit my teeth.

He’s standing now, looking down at me, then pacing—pulling his hand down his face. “I have to fuck you, Lux.”

My eyes drift down to his crotch, and his impressive cock is straining against the zipper of his black slacks. I swallow and lick my bottom lip.

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