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“Just taking care of business, Viviana.” I tilt her chin up with my pointer finger. “Do you really care that much for me?” I wink.

She studies my face and rolls her eyes. She knows I’m not telling her the entire truth, but this is the best I can do now. “I just don’t want to go back to my vibrator,” her tone teasing as fuck.

I pull her closer and crash my lips into hers, my tongue pushing inside her mouth as I devour every inch of her warmth. I drag my hand down the side of her body, my nails marking her soft skin. When I reach her ass, I pull her leg up so I can align my throbbing cock to her entrance.

Fuck this height difference. I pick her leg up and straddle her to my hips as I turn and pin her against the wall. She inhales sharply as the cold from the tiles makes her beautiful nipples press on my chest like little daggers. Her hand travels to my cock, and she guides it to her entrance, her eyes stuck on mine. I don’t see anything but lust in them. Am I wrong about her?

I close my eyes and thrust slowly into her silky, soaking-wet cunt. Her back arches from the cold tiles, pressing her breast even more into my skin. I sink my face into her neck, and her whimpers of pleasure make my entire body ripple with need, with possessiveness.

I need her, I want her, and my control goes out the window between wanting to fuck her and wanting to hurt her.

Gripping her hair firmly, I pull her head back, exposing the delicate curve of her neck. Her breath hitches just before my teeth sink into her soft skin, hard enough to leave a mark. She winces, a sharp intake of air breaking her composure, but her eyes, when they meet mine, are filled with raw lust, her pleasure shining through the pain.

“I owe you a punishment, firecracker,” I grunt, my voice dipping an octave, low and rough.

“You do?” she murmurs, the sound melting into a moan as the question escapes her lips.

I smirk against the soft curve of her neck, my teeth grazing the sensitive spot where her pulse pounds. Her scent is intoxicating, her heat pressed against me, igniting something primal deep inside. My grip tightens slightly, and my smirk turns wicked.

“Don’t pretend you don’t remember,” I murmur, my words laced with dark amusement, my breath hot against her skin.

Her body quakes against mine, anticipation rolling off her in waves. She knows exactly what I mean.

Her nails claw at my neck, her breathing becoming more unsteady, and I feel her inner wall clench on my hard cock. I removed it fast and put her legs on the floor. She whimpers, her eyes full of fury, looking straight into my soul like the Grim Reaper.

“What the hell, Declan?” she screeches, and I let out a laugh.

“I told you I was going to punish you.” I grab her throat and push her to the wall, the water falling on me. My mouth kisses her collarbone, circling my tongue around her hard-as-rock nipples, biting on them as she cries out my name.

Tightening my grip on her throat, I stand, hovering over her. “I’ll let you choose, firecracker,” I say. biting her bottom lip and sucking on it to calm the sting. “I either edge for an hour, or I’ll spank your ass twenty times with my bare hand.” I see her gasping for air, but I don’t release her.

Her pupils are so wide that her beautiful olive eyes are barely noticeable; she looks like the depths of hell that will take my soul.

“The—,” she struggles to speak under my grip, so I release enough for the air to enter. She gasps, her chest moving up and down faster. “The spanking,” she manages, and my eyebrowsshoot up. I really thought she was going to choose the edging. She doesn’t look like the type who enjoys being spanked, especially not by me.

“Head to the bed, get on all fours, your ass up at the edge of the bed,” I order in a primal growl. “And wait for me.” My firecracker’s eyes glint with amusement as she bites her lip.

Chapter 18

Viviana

Heading to the bed, my heart races like it’s about to burst from my rib cage. There’s something primal about the way he moves, the way he claims space, that sets my blood on fire. Every step closer feels like the approach of a wolf stalking its prey, and God help me; I’m the prey.

I kneel at the edge of the bed, my hands pressed against the mattress, anticipation making my breaths shallow. I realize how my entire body is on full display, how he will be able to see every inch of my pussy, my ass—oh, dear. I shake my head and begin to close my legs, trying to hide at least some part of me.

My stomach turns, and I feel my heartbeat in my throat like it had taken residence there.

“Don’t hide from me, Viviana,” his voice husky with desire. His footsteps echo in the room, each step breaking the silencealong with my fast breaths. Then, his massive hand rests on my shoulder blade.

Without a word, he pushes me forward, guiding me until my head and shoulders press into the bed. My body hums with a mix of nerves and excitement. His hand trails softly down my spine, his fingers moving up and down, making me shiver uncontrollably.

“You know what a safe word is?” His voice cuts through the air like steel, clipped and cold, a chill settling over the room despite the heat between us.

“Yes,” I breathe out, my lips grazing the mattress as another shiver wracks through me, my body trembling under his touch.

“Good. Choose one.” His grip tightens on my hip, grounding me as he leans over, his broad chest warming my back. His breath skims my neck, sending goosebumps down my arms as he plants slow, deliberate kisses and nips along my skin.

My mind races, fumbling for an answer. Panic sets in as ridiculous options swirl in my head. Should it be sexy? Scary? What even counts as a safe word? Food? Colours? Drinks? Oh God, I’m going to ruin the moment.

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