Page 275 of Love Me in the Dark
Good.
Because I want him to break.
His hands slide up my thighs. Slow. Reverent.
But his eyes, the fire burning in them doesn’t worship.
They possess.
“I’m warning you,” he says again, voice low, wrecked, like gravel pulled through silk. “This doesn’t end the way you think it does.”
I run my nails down his chest, leaning over him until my breath is on his mouth.
“Then don’t think,” I whisper. “Just feel.”
I kiss him again—harder this time—and he lets me.
Lets me take.
Lets me move his hands where I want them.
Lets me pretend.
Pretend that I have the power.
His lips part beneath mine, tongue tangling with mine, a groan vibrating in his throat as I rock against him. My hands roam, greedy and unapologetic. I want to take everything before I feel anything.
Because this isn’t about desire. It’s about control.
My control.
I’m grinding down on his dick, straining through his pants like he can will them away.
And still… he doesn’t touch me.
Not yet.
He studies me like I’m something fragile and feral all at once.
“I’m not a man you can manipulate,” he says quietly.
I raise my chin. “I’m not a woman you can own.”
His mouth curves. Almost a smile.
He leans up, his abdomen flexing with the power it takes to lift himself up and not displace me from his lap. He moves until he’s brushing his lips against mine, ghost-soft.
“Sweet girl. I already do.”
I slap him.
The sound cracks the room open.
He doesn’t flinch.
Doesn’t pull away.
He leans in again, slower this time, and kisses the corner of my mouth.
