Page 61 of Dissension

Lust pulls tight behind her navel despite her unease, filling her with want even as she tightens her hold on him, leaning her weight into her hands as she grinds her clit against his pubic bone.So close, so close. Yes, there. The deliciousness of the pressure, just above where he plunges deep into her, is filthy perfection. Kara moans, eyes fluttering shut as his body tenses up under her, his cock getting thicker, spreading her as his excitement grows.

He struggles against her, face starting to turn colors, his air truly cut off. Against all reason, Kara doesn’t let up, doesn’t let go, because that’s what he’s told her.Don’t let up until I’ve cum.

A satisfied grin shapes his mouth, his eyes nearly black with hunger as he comes apart under her, his sex pulsing inside of her, shattering her last bits of sanity as she tumbles over the edge with him. Ecstasy and madness, a blur of sin.

In the end, when she sees the smug satisfaction on his face, she realizes she was never in control at all.

“I don’t know if I liked that,” Kara admits afterward, staring down at her hands, feeling vaguely dirty. “It freaks me out.” It felt wrong.

Dieter exhales, clears his throat a bit. Rubs a hand over his skin, as if rubbing a minor ache away. “What did it feel like toyou?” When he speaks, his voice is raw. She’s never heard him like that and it twists inside of her.

Kara barely whispers the dark truth. “It felt like killing you.” That is the part she didn’t like, even with her earlier anger at him. She’s neverwantedto hurt him. Not like that. She adores this stupidly pretty man, even when he infuriates her.

A strange little grin shapes his mouth, flashing teeth. “I imagine it did. A moment of playing God.” Of course, that sounds like something he would enjoy.

“You enjoyed forcing me to do that to you,” Kara says with a sudden realization. “I was never in charge, was I?”

Crossing his arms behind his head, Dieter contemplates her, gaze unreadable. “I do enjoy giving the illusion of domination to someone else,” he drawls, sleepy satisfaction in his tone. “I can be both submissive and dominant, if I must. I’m quiteresilient. I can be whatever I need to be for any given moment.”

What a nice talent, Kara finds herself thinking uneasily. He manipulated her into thinking she was in control when the reality was far from it. Never are things what they seem with him. It hurts, to think she enjoys this man who plays games with everyone in his vicinity.

Even I am not safe from his ploys, she thinks.

“Can I ask you something?”Here goes nothing,Kara thinks. If he can play games with her, then she is going to get something out of it. Somethingfor her. He owes her that much.

“That depends on what it is. Go for it.” Though the words seem inflexible, the softness in his tone shows how at ease he is. He’s malleable, in this moment.

“What is the age-old beef you and Nick seem to have?”

God, I hope that was the right question to kick this off. If I’m too direct and simply ask what happened to Nick, he might not say a damn thing.

She hears Dieter’s breathing change, a slight pause. Barely noticeable. Then, he smirks. “There’s a lot to unpack there, but I suspect I know what you’re after.” He pauses, as if to insinuate that he’ll give nothing away. He drinks in Kara’s discomfort for a few seconds, a sharp grin in place as he lounges against the plush pillows. Then, “I’ll tell you, but not because you’ve surprised me into saying anything. It’s not because you want it. I’ll tell you becauseIwant you to know.” And Nick doesn’t.

I want you to know.There’s something in his tone. Hinting at a hidden warning. Kara can read between the lines. There’s a threat here.

He runs a hand through her tresses, softly, his lips shifting into a patronizing smile. “There’s a lot of bad people in this world, chickadee.”

“Tell me something I don’t know. I represent shits like you, remember?”

“Ouch.” A false hurt pout. “Maybe I won’t tell you anything.”

Kara rolls onto Dieter’s body, straddling his hips. Fisting a hand in his lovely hair, she jerks his head back, exposing his throat. Gritting her teeth, pushing forth her most aggressive voice, Kara snaps, “You’ll tell me what I want to know right now, Dieter.”

His pupils dilate slightly and he makes a small noise in his throat, excited. “When you ask so nicely…” he rasps, delighted by her sudden shift in dominance.

She doesn’t let up and she means it, tugging his hair. “Speak.”

Exhaling in the way of the long-suffering, Dieter starts by saying, “Delphine Havenwood-Calais is anawfulwoman. You always hear the media talking about the kind of men who will do just about anything in their climb to power. Sometimes, it talks about women who will sleep their way to the top. Frankly, sleeping their way to the top is a pretty docile method, compared to the alternative.” He pauses for effect. “What happens when awoman is trying to gain favor from a more powerful woman, do you think?”

Kara lets go of his hair, confused. A sickly, grey feeling falls over her. She thinks of her relationship with Gale, but she never felt that she was trying to earn Gale’s friendship. It was a healthy mentorship, at least, that’s what Kara initially thought. “I don’t know. She tries to be her friend? Tries to be liked? Finds a way to be noticed, to be close to her. I assume favors and bribes, if we are talking about the more dubious ways.”

“Hmm. And…what if the favors are…shall we say…illegal?”

I don’t think I like where this is going. This is going somewhere ugly, I can taste it.

“I brought his mother up before and Nick shut it down pretty quick,” Kara says with her mouth going dry with nerves. She’s brought up his mother a few times. She never failed to notice the way his eyes would go flat at the very mention of her.

A bitter quirk of the mouth. “Not surprising.”

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