Page 80 of The Arrogant's Surrender

He turns to me, noticing the shift in my tone. God, he’s learning to read me too quickly. "What do you want to talk about, then?" he asks, his sharp gaze locking onto mine.

"I was a perfect lady today," I begin. "I didn’t rise to your mother’s provocations." He starts to say something, but I press two fingers to his lips. "No. Forget about her. Focus on me. I want your full attention right now."

His gaze changes, going from icy cold to molten fire in seconds. I love knowing I can shatter his indifference.

"You should be a good boyfriend and reward me for being so well-behaved."

His hand grips the nape of my neck, pulling my hair with enough force to sting slightly—but I love the roughness. "I don’t like you well-behaved. I like the wild woman who moans for more when I fuck her."

I close my eyes, trembling with need for his touch. Athanasios knows how to press every button inside me, as if he’s an expert on my body.

"How long until we get home?" I ask.

"Twenty minutes. In a hurry?"

I nod but quickly decide I can’t wait. The streets are nearly empty, and his driver is skilled behind the wheel.

I lean forward and press the button to raise the privacy screen between us and the driver.

"What are you doing?" he asks.

I don’t give him time to argue. I undo my seat belt, then his.

There’s plenty of space in the limousine for what I have in mind.

Kneeling before him, I place a hand on each of his thick thighs, sliding them slowly upward until I reach his groin.

"Brooklyn."

"I want to taste you." I’m eager and hungry, not waiting for permission. Keeping my eyes locked on his, I undo his belt and unzip his pants just enough to free his already rigid length.

"Fuck, I can’t say no to you."

I smile. "Then don’t." I lick my lips, savoring the anticipation of having him in my mouth.

"Shit!"

I know he likes being in control, so I waste no time. I stroke him the way he’s taught me, but I want more. I slide him fully into my mouth.

His hands tangle in my hair and grip my chin, guiding my movements. I don’t mind. I have him exactly where I want him.

"You taste incredible," I say.

"Suck me while looking at me. I want those beautiful eyes locked on mine while you take me."

I’m used to his filthy talk during sex, but tonight his voice is thicker, more passionate, and I know he’s as lost in this as I am.

I savor him, devouring him for long, heated minutes. His grip on my hair tightens, and I can tell from his ragged breathing that he’s close.

Then, suddenly, he pulls me up. Before I can process what’s happening, he positions me with one leg on either side of his lap.

"I’m going to come in this pussy," he growls.

The day after we made love for the first time, I got a contraceptive injection. Today marks the deadline for it to take effect. I’m surprised he remembered.

"You remembered."

"I’m obsessed with everything about you." He pushes my panties aside and teases my wet entrance with a finger. "Soaked. My naughty girl."

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