Page 16 of Playing By His Rules

“Fuck,” he cursed, the sound shockingly angry as he abruptly got up from the couch, leaving her sprawled there, his sudden retreat dousing her desire like a bucket of ice water on her heated skin.

He stood next to the sofa, his hands balled into fists at his sides, his entire body rigid and his expression almost agonized.

Madison’s initial confusion quickly gave way to insecurities. “Rick?” Her voice was soft and uncertain as she sat up and smoothed the hem of her dress down her thighs, so her damp panties were no longer in sight. “Did I . . . do something wrong?”

He groaned, the sound pained. “No. You are everything that isright.”

She didn’t understand, and her doubts lingered. “Then why did you stop?”

“Because I promised I wouldn’t fuck you,” he said in a low, harsh tone that matched the tick in his cheek. “And right now, I’m on the verge of doing things to you that are definitely defined asfucking.”

Standing in front of her, it was difficult not to notice the massive erection tenting the front of his dress pants, or the stain she’d left on the fabric from rubbing up against his thigh. She should have been embarrassed by her brazen behavior with him, but he’d clearly been equally turned on . . . untilhe’ddecided to do the honorable thing. A part of her was grateful that he was a man of principal, but the woman inside of her wished he hadn’t been so chivalrous.

She lifted her gaze back up to his gorgeous face, licked her bottom lip, and dared to push him a bit. “Things like what?”

“Don’t,” he growled, the sound a distinct warning.

One she chose to ignore. “Tell me,” she persisted.

His gaze narrowed and his lips pursed, his features dark and fierce. “You really want to know what I want to do to you?” he asked, and when she nodded, he proceeded to tell her in filthy, explicit detail. “Now that I know how soft and warm your mouth is, I’m dying to feel you sucking my cock, your lips tight around my shaft as I push my way to the back of your throat and demand you swallow around the head of my dick.”

Her breath caught in her throat, his unfiltered words making her inner muscles dissolve into a frenzy of flutters. She pressed her thighs together, which did nothing to ease the relentless ache between.

“I want to tie you up, spread your legs wide, and eat you out until you come against my face,” he continued, as if he was trying to push her away with the vivid, uncivilized pictures he was attempting to paint in her mind. “Then, I want to drive so fucking deep inside your tight cunt so that the only thing you know is my cock filling you up. I want to feel you pulse around my shaft as you scream out your orgasm. And to do all that, I want your complete surrender.”

She knew her eyes were big and round . . . not because she was shocked by his diatribe, but because of how much she wanted those things, too. He looked, and sounded, furious and frustrated and she knew he’d used the crudest words possible in his attempt to push her away after promising no sex between them . . . yet even after hearing all the ways he wanted to dominant her, the desire was mutual.

As if realizing how brash he’d sounded, he scrubbed a hand over his jaw and shook his head regretfully. “Jesus,” he said in a gruff tone, his expression now apologetic. “I never should have said those things. Just give me a few minutes to cool down.”

He walked across the room, putting a good amount of distance between the two of them as he sat down in one of the club chairs, his legs sprawled. Then, he dropped his head back, closed his eyes, and exhaled a deep breath as if to gather his composure and calm himself.

Madison had the thrilling thought that she’d done this to Rick—pushed him to the brink of losing control—and she’d never had that power over a man before. Then again, she’d never had that kind of sexual dynamic with anyone, until now—the desire to obey Rick’s commands, to please him, just to watch him come undone, too. It was a novel concept surrendering to a man sexually, but one that feel inexplicably right with him. He’d pushed so many cravings to the surface, and tonight, she didn’t want to suppress those forbidden desires.

Coming to a sudden decision, she stood up and grabbed her purse. Hearing her movement, Rick lifted his head and watched her walk into the adjoining bedroom but didn’t say a word to stop her. Before she enclosed herself in the lavish en suite bathroom, she heard him swear beneath his breath in pure self-recrimination.

There was no reason for him to blame himself for what had happened on the couch, not when she’d been a willing participant in that heated make-out session. Her body still ached from the interrupted orgasm being cut off, and as she stared at her reflection in the mirror—her lips swollen from his rough kisses and her face flushed with the remnants of lust—she saw a woman who’d denied herself so many pleasures in lieu of taking care of everyone else.

A woman that Rick clearly found desirable.

Craving this one sensual night with him, she opened her purse and exchanged her pink bracelet for the red one . . . from chaste to anything goes, because she trusted Rick with her body, and she was dying to know what it felt like being on the receiving end of his dark, sexual demands. He’d given her fair warning of all the illicit things he wanted to do to her, none of which had done a thing to scare her off. No, those too vivid claims had only sharpened her increasing arousal and made her want him more.

It didn’t escape Madison’s notice that she was about to break her own rules with this man, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. Not when the potential pleasure far outweighed the risk.

Chapter 9

By the time Rick heard Madison come back out of the bathroom a good ten minutes later, he’d barely gotten his raging hard-on under control, though there was little he could do about the twisting, taunting heat coursing through his veins that hadn’t fully subsided yet.

He owed Madison an apology for what he’d said to her . . . for all his inappropriate, lust-fueled words and speaking things that never should have left his mouth. Even if every single one of his filthy proclivities had all been true because she brought out a side to him that made him want to conquer and claim every single part of her. He’d said those things out of frustration, and to make sure she knew exactly what kind of man he was when it came to his sexual needs and appetite. It had been his attempt to push her away when he wanted nothing more than to pull her close and fuckingown herand make her completely his.

That knowledge was heady considering how long it had been since he’d felt that way about a woman. Not even with Summer, who he’d known belonged with Declan even when the three of them had been together. He’d wanted her, but never in a way that seemed to consume him so completely. Crazy as it was, that’s how he felt with Madison. Completely consumed.

Exhaling a harsh breath, he lifted his head from the back of the club chair and opened his eyes to find Madison standing only a few feet away, looking like a disheveled goddess he wanted to defile even further. His gaze caught on theredbracelet around her wrist that her fingers were toying with, which she’d clearly swapped out in the bathroom.

Jaw clenched, he raised his gaze back up to her beautifully flushed face and bright blue eyes, expecting to see uncertainties for the decision she’d made, but was instead met with a confidence and determination that was sexy as hell. He didn’t think that Madison was a virgin, but he knew without a doubt that she was inexperienced to the kind of wicked inclinations he preferred when it came to sex, and that’s exactly what that red bracelet represented.

Despite his best efforts, his dick stirred all over again, thickening against the fly of his pants. “What are you doing?” he demanded, his tone deliberately harsh to hopefully snap some sense into Madison.

Her chin lifted brazenly, which only made him want to subdue all that impudence and channel it into compliance. The kind that had her on her knees in front of him with her eager to please him in any way he asked. Or bent over the back of the couch with his hand smacking her bare ass while she promised to behave.

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