Page 46 of Burn for Me

I narrowed my eyes at him. ‘Never.’

No matter how much he inflamed my needs, it was just that, a passing buzz. Something to pass the time while I wasstuck with him. I didn’t want him. Not really. Not if I could be anywhere else. With anyone else.

He was just like Massimo. Mind games and power play. Except nothing like him at all, really.

And you’ll enjoy it. You’ll come harder than you ever have.

My mouth hung open as he wrote those final words before dropping the pen on the counter and giving me a cocky look.

The absolute fucking big headed twat.

I’d never beg.

Never.

Never.

Never.

TWENTY-FOUR

Phoenix

Why wasn’t she giving in? Every signal her body gave screamed of needing my touch, yet still she held back.

I’d have to push my pretty little ember a bit further. Get her to need me as fucking insanely bad as I needed her. My patience for waiting for her to be ready was being tried with every stroke of her skin.

The bedroom light glowed yellow in the inky black of night, Laura’s shadow passing the occasional dark shape against it. Using my boot, I kicked a few stones aside before bending down to pick up the flattest one I could find. With a grunt, I flung it out over the calm water, watching it skip four times before disappearing into the depths.

All afternoon I’d avoided the cottage, trying to suppress the need raging through me. Laura had ground her wet shorts against my face and nothing had ever made me feel as feral.The faint scent of her, the tiny whimpers peppering me from above, the feel of her soft thighs against my cheeks.

Fuck, I’d have spent the day with my face pressed between her thighs had she only relented from her determination to hate me.

The next stone lay cold in my fingers, so cold where Laura had been so warm. Discomfort roiled under my skin, and it only calmed in contact with her. Like a thousand angry ants crawling beneath my skin, only placated in direct contact with our queen.

They screamed at me to go to her. To hold her. To drag sweet please from her perfect pink lips.

I ignored them until I couldn’t stand it any longer.

The crunch of my feet on the rocks brought me closer to her. The warmth of the cottage enveloped me the moment I walked in, and I kicked off my boots before grabbing a loop of rope from the tiny, overly stuffed cupboard beneath the stairs.

Laura moved around the bedroom upstairs, her feet padding against the wooden floor above me.

Closing my eyes, I took a slow breath before ascending the stairs.

Laura sang, her sweet voice drifting down toward me, wrapping me in her spell. I kept moving toward her, drawn by an invisible compulsion, a sheer obsession to give her more pleasure than she could stand. To make her want me despite my deformities.

The door flew open, and Laura’s song cut off with a gasp.

There were so many things I wished I could say to her. So many words I wanted to whisper into her ears. I hated myself for my limitations. I’d seen enough movies of women cryingout with a man tongue deep in her cunt to crave doing it to her.

The sexual limitations had never truly bothered me. I fucked women and paid them well. They didn’t look at me, and we completed a transaction. But with Laura? I wanted to make her thighs quiver as I drove her to lose her mind with pleasure.

And I would.

I’d just have to get creative.

Laura sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers digging into the blanket on either side of her soft thighs. She must have seen something in my expression, as when I took a step forward, she rolled herself back on the bed, eluding my grasp.

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