Page 148 of Gloves Off

“That’s not how this works,” he tells me. “You do what I say, and I reward you.”

Another burst of heat pulses through me. I wish I didn’t like that so much.

“Why can’t we just fuck like normal people?” I ask, almost desperately.

“I have a theory. You want to hear it?”

“No.”

“Too bad. I think you need it rougher than you realize. You need to be told what to do, and rewarded for it. You need to hand control over to someone you trust.”

Someone I trust. I swallow hard. “That isn’t you.”

“We’ll get there.” He winks before he lowers his mouth to my breast and drags his tongue over me.

Molten heat rolls through me—it’s like there’s a tether between my nipples and my ladyparts, tugging and tightening as he works his tongue and teeth over my nerve endings. With his free hand, he explores me, trailing over my waist, stomach, the inside of my knee, inches from my center. My breathing turns rapid, my eyes close, and need trickles into my blood.

After a few minutes of this, I squirm with desire and impatience. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

“Do you need a refresher on the rules?”

“The clit is at the top.”

A quick grin before he nips the underside of my breast. “The word isplease,sweetheart.”

He has me so worked up, so wet and frustrated, I can barely stand it.

“Fine,” I spit out. “Fuck. Fine. Please.” I stare at the ceiling, nostrils flaring. I hate losing.

The low buzzing begins, and he presses the toy to my clit. I arch, forgetting that I saidplease, forgetting that I lost, because pleasure races through me, sharp and sparkling, and it doesn’t really feel like losing.

It feels incredible. My nails dig into his arms, my forehead pressing to his chest as I breathe hard. He’s drawn this out so much that I’m already close.

“Was that so bad?” he murmurs in my ear.

“Shut up,” I whisper. “Just shut up and make me come.”

He pulls the toy away, and my hips lift, chasing it while his eyes spark.

“One more.”

I’m going to explode. “Alexei!”

“Come on, sweetheart. Indulge me. I love it so much.”

“I hate you.”

“Mhm.”

“Are you actually enjoying this more than me sucking your cock?”

He laughs into my neck. Not an answer. Annoying.

“Fine.Please.” The toy returns to my clit and I moan, back arching as a tight, crackling feeling swells inside me.

“Good girl.”

I’m starting to shake, tightening around nothing, getting slick all over my inner thighs. I wish we could go back to hating each other. Everything was simple and easy back then. He pushes me back down on the bed, and at the intensity in his gaze, I close my eyes, turning my head so I don’t give in to the urge to kiss him.