Page 97 of Exes and Oh Hell No

My hand reaches down, pinching her nipple, making her yelp.

“Wrong answer. Who. Do. You. Belong. To?”

Her smile widens. “No one.”

Her smirk is smug.

Too smug.

She tilts her chin, eyes glinting with that damn defiance that drives me insane.“You know, Ford, if I really wanted to, I could make you beg for it.”

My brows arch, amused.

Oh, baby, you want to play this game?

Fine. I’ll let her have her fun.

“You’re the one obsessed with me,” she purrs, her nails dragging lightly over my chest, teasing the ridges of my abs. “I bet if I pulled away right now, you’d be the one chasing me.”

I say nothing, just stare at her, watching.

Letting her mistakenly believe she has the power.

Letting her dig her own grave.

She shifts against me, her bare thigh sliding up my hip, her soft pussy rubbing against my cock, deliberately teasing. “See?” Her voice is saccharine, taunting. “I’m the one in control.”

I strike.

One second, she’s smug.

And the next?

She’s flat on her back, wrists pinned above her head, legs spread wide beneath me.

A startled gasp rips from her lips as I cage her in, pressing my body tight against hers, letting her feel how fucking hard I am for her.

My fingers wrap around her throat, squeezing enough to remind her who has the power. “Cute, baby,” I murmur darkly, my mouth brushing against her ear. “Really fucking cute.”

Her body trembles.

She knows she’s lost.

I press my lips to her throat, inhaling her scent. “You don’t get to tease me, hummingbird. You don’t get to play games with a man who willalwayswin.”

She whimpers.

Her bravado cracks.

I grin.She’s exactly where I want her.

“Go on, Harper,” I mock, lips grazing her pulse. “Make me beg.” My voice is taunting, cruel. “Let’s see how that works out for you.”

Her breath hitches.

She’s completely undone.

And when she moans my name, her body arching, her breath ragged with need?

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