Page 102 of Seeking Shadows

"Now be a good boy and be quiet," she murmurs, her mouth sliding down my neck, her teeth scraping against my skin. "I haven't even started yet."

The last shred of self-control I had dissolves the moment Mia bites my neck. It wasn’t a sweet kiss or a light tease—it was a warning. A reminder that this time, I’m the one in her hands.

And, shit, I like it.

She lets go of my hair only to drag her nails down my chest, leaving a warm trail in her wake. Her touch is lazy, deliberately slow, as if she's savoring every second, testing me to see how far she can take me before I break.

"Mia," I warn, my voice huskier than I want it to be.

But she ignores me.

"I told you to be quiet, remember?" Her mouth slides over my collarbone, then lower, her lips pressing against my skin with blatant possessiveness. "Or do you not know how to follow orders?"

I go silent and she smiles.

My breath catches in my throat as Mia drags her hands to the waistband of my pants and unceremoniously pulls them down. Her fingers trace a dangerous path across my exposed skin, so close and yet so far from where I need them most.

"Fuck," I mutter, closing my eyes for a second.

Mia laughs, pleased. "I’ve barely started and you're already like this?"

I open my eyes and glare at her. "If you keep messing around, I'll end this my way."

She tilts her head, feigning consideration. "No."

"No?"

She bites her lip, leaning in until her mouth brushes mine. "I told you I’m going to do things my way. And you're going to like it."

I should fight for control. I should turn the situation around, make her surrender first. But the truth?

I want to see what she’ll do next.

So, I just smile, rest my forehead against hers, and whisper against her lips:

"Then show me."

Mia smiles against my mouth, a slow, arrogant smile full of promise. She likes being in control, likes seeing me like this—tense, at the mercy of her whims.

And this time, I let her.

Her hands slide down my abdomen before moving even lower, her nimble fingers closing around me without warning. My body responds instantly, a low moan escaping my lips before I can stop myself.

I squeeze my eyes shut for a second, jaw clenched. "You talk too much."

"But you love it." Mia squeezes a little tighter, her movements slow and torturous. "You love it when I tease you, when I do exactly what I want with you."

"You're thinking too highly of yourself, Mia." My voice comes out cracked, my fingers digging into the countertop beside me to keep from grabbing it back.

She leans in, her lips brushing against my neck as she whispers, "And you're going to let me keep finding myself, because you like it that way."

She’s right.

I like the way she touches me. I like the way she tortures me, like she knows exactly what to do to break me little by little.

Mia stripped bare of her clothes, and soon she was on her knees, naked, looking me straight in the eyes. She held my hard cock in both hands. It was then that I finally appreciated how soft and delicate her fingers were. They felt heavenly.

But that was just the beginning. She leaned forward and took the head of my cock into her mouth. With her lips wrapped around me, she used her tongue to expertly swirl against the tip of my throbbing erection, which felt like home.

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