Page 62 of Ruling Scar
“Now.”
He’s demanding in the morning, but it does something to me. I slowly extend my hand.
His piercing gaze never leaves me and my brows lift slightly, imploring him to help me.
He rolls his body slightly, a faint smile on his face as he watches me struggle. My fingers curl around him but I don’tknow how much pressure to apply. I tentatively slide my hand up and down.
His stomach ripples and his smile grows but it’s taunting.
I sink into the pillow.
“Don’t be shy, woman.”
He takes pity on me and wraps his hand around mine, pumping up and down.
I forget to breathe for a second. His grip is firm but it’s the way he doesn’t break eye contact that eats me alive.
“You like being a cock tease don’t you?” he asks, his voice light, but the sentiment behind the words dark. “A shy little cock tease with infinitely kissable lips. Those fucking lips always piss me the fuck off.”
I make a noise trying to dispute that.
“It wasn’t up for debate, Leonora. You like this little word called no and I swear you say it only because you want to annoy me.”
I think I shake my head.
“No?” His hips jerk and my eyes shoot to our hands. “Then why the fuck do you think it’s okay to go out on dates with other men?”
I frown, belatedly realizing he means Leopold.
“That wasn’t my fault,” I argue.
“Asking for Ivan’s name and number.” The strokes grow angrier, his hips bucking toward me.
Me, of all people.
“You knew that was going to piss me the fuck off, Leonora. You fucking did it anyway.”
“So.” It’s fun, knowing it’s the wrong thing to say but doing it anyway.
His eyes narrow, his chest lifting and falling like he’s also struggling to catch his breath. His spine stiffens.
He rolls onto his back, getting a hold of his breath. Meanwhile, I stare at the cum coating my hand.
After several minutes, he flings the covers off, stands up, and pads to the end of the bed.
He fists his hand in the covers, pulling them off me.
His gaze drags down my body, his lips thinning as he takes in the gray T-shirt.
Since he took my underwear hostage, the lower half of my body is stark naked.
Heat curls in my stomach when his eyes devour my bare legs. I sit up on my elbows, but the weight of his stare keeps me pinned to the bed.
Everything in me tightens when he pushes my legs apart. Stickiness coats my inner thighs and he blatantly inspects me.
Then walks away.
My gaze follows him to the bathroom. The faucet turns on and I turn into a confused mess when it sounds like he’s brushing his teeth.
