Page 124 of Gloves Off

“The magic word isplease.”

“Bite me.”

He pinches my clit firm enough to send pleasure racing through me, but it’s not enough. I curl forward, clamping my teeth together to hold in the moan.

“Bite meis not the magic word, Hellfire.”

“You’re doing this because you hate me.”

His mouth tips up. So cruel. So callous. So fucking hot. “I’m still going to make you come.”

While he continues that hypnotic work between my legs, I hardly notice us making our way to one of the beds. I fall back as he climbs up beside me, leaning on one propped elbow, bicep bulging, while his other hand brushes over my panties. For a guy who’s made his name being brutal, aggressive, and powerful, he’s shockingly gentle.

Too gentle. I need more.

“You need to go harder and faster if you want me to actually feel anything,” I manage, baiting him.

There’s that annoying smirk again. “I’m aware, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Don’t call you sweetheart? What’s the matter?”

I like it too much. Instead of forcing me to answer, though, he slips beneath the fabric covering me. Pleasure whirs through my body at the friction, so much more intense with skin against skin. His fingers move faster, circling and swiping, and pressure builds behind my clit. My eyes close. I can feel his gaze on my face, can feel him watching me intently, but I don’t care.

“Oh my god,” I whisper before pressing my lips together to hold in the moan.

He winds me higher, kissing my neck and shoulder and chest. My thoughts begin to blur.

“All right. You want more?” His touch stops, his hands come to my waist, and he flips me onto my stomach. “I’ll give you more.”

CHAPTER 58

GEORGIA

My eyes go wide,face pressed into the duvet. “I wasn’t—oh.”

His fingers sink into me. Intense pleasure radiates from where he rubs my G-spot.

I shudder, toes curling as desire courses through me. In the back of my mind, I find it annoying, how quickly and easily he found it. It’s probably just the angle of him kneeling behind me on the bed. Urgent heat gathers between my legs, and I clutch the duvet. He delivers a sharp slap to my ass. Another wave of heat rolls through me.

“You love this, don’t you?” His voice is low in my ear as I shudder and clench on him. “You love being filled and fucked by my fingers.”

I close my eyes, trying not to disintegrate yet. That would be way, way too good for his ego.

“Answer me.”

“Yes,” I rush out, before I curse myself for letting him win that round.

His hand smooths over my backside. “Good girl.”

Another shiver of delight moves through me. “Shut up,” I huff.

“What else would you be, with those pretty bows on your ankles?”

My shoes earlier. He always notices.

“Are you going to come tonight, good girl?” he asks in a low, smug voice.

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