Page 9 of Reckless Games

When he reaches the bed, he pauses, turning to face me.

“Shy?” He smirks darkly, and it’s enough to ruin a girl for life.

I’m frozen just inside the door to the room. Survival instincts begging me to retreat, while Adam’s gaze is magnetic and drawing me toward him. The pull of a man who wouldn’t give me the time of day if he knew who I really was. But tonight, it doesn’t matter. I’m my sister, and she’s spontaneous enough to not pass up this opportunity.

“No.” I hope he doesn’t notice it catches in my throat.

Digging deep, I focus on the sliver of confidence I normally bury. I hold tight and let it fuel me as I take a step forward. Then another one.

I smooth my hands over my belly to calm my nerves and appreciate how Adam’s eyes linger on the dip in my dress for only a moment before finding my gaze again. How he doesn’t break his stare as he watches me walk to him.

We both know where this is headed. Full speed. And I need it.

Stopping in front of him, I reach for his shirt, but he catches my wrists before I make contact. He holds my hands an inch away from touching him. Behind his mask, his stormy eyes brew with something I can’t define. It hauls me out to sea with him, and there’s no coast in sight.

Adam tugs my wrists to pull me closer while maintaining the gap my body is desperate to close. “Tell me what you want, baby girl.”

Like he senses my need. His gaze drops to my throat, and I swear my heartbeat echoes in this quiet room. My pulse thunders and my breaths run wild. Adam’s grip is firm on my wrists, and I’ve never wanted anyone to take control more than I want it from him. I want to hand him the reins I’m used to holding so I don’t have to right now.

Even if it’s just for a moment.

“I want you to touch me.”

I’ve never needed a man’s touch more.

“Touchyou? Are you sure that’s all you want?” Adam’s lips tilt in a devilish smile. He steps closer, until my hands are trapped between our bodies and his face hovers over my own. “Or do you want me to pin you face-down on the bed with your perfect ass in the air while I fuck you until your legs can’t move and your throat is raw from screaming for mercy? Which is it?”

The second one.Definitely the second one.

“Maybe what you said.” It’s barely a whisper.

“I don’t work with maybes, baby girl.” Adam’s tone is firm. “What I have planned for you requires a yes or no.”

I swallow hard at the breath catching in my throat. “Yes.”

He releases my wrists, brushing a rogue hair off my face. “You like control. I understand that. And I can tell you struggle with the thought of relinquishing your power to me, even if deep down you want to. But you need to understand that if we do this, that’s exactly what I’m going to expect.”

He cups my jaw with one hand. “I’ll give you everything you don’t realize you so desperately need if you let me. I’ll fuck you so hard, you won’t have to think anymore. And you’ll trust me because there will be no other option. Is that what you want?”

I nod slowly, falling into his gravity as I do.

“Use your words.”

“Yes.”

“Perfect.” He brushes the back of his fingers across my jaw, and I don’t know if he’s referring to my answer or to me, but either way, it wraps me like a warm blanket. “Tell me, baby girl, what is your limit?”

“I don’t know.”

All I know is that I haven’t come close to reaching it.

“So sweet.” He grabs my waist and spins me around, pulling my back to his chest, before turning us both so I’m pinned between him and the bed. “So innocent.”

His touch is firm without being aggressive. His hold precise. I’ve never been touched like this, held like this, treated like this. Like he can see I’m capable of handling more. While Josh always treated me like I was fragile, Adam touches me like I’m the embodiment of strength. And even with all his power, he asked me to hand it over.

He’s giving me permission to let go. To trust him.

Adam’s fingers trail my spine with gentle purpose and my entire body tingles. Touch on the verge of sweetness. A holiday devil toying with his prize.

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