Page 62 of Regret

“It wasn’t a request.” He pushed down his pants and watched as her gaze fell to his cock. The way she licked her lips told him that she liked what she saw, that she needed what he had to give. She was going to fucking love having him inside her, rocking her body to ecstasy. He would make sure of it.

“On your knees,” he ordered again, his voice hard and demanding.

With pouting lips, she sashayed slowly toward him, her hips swaying from side to side. “Did I not make myself clear, Ace?” She stopped in front of him and wrapped her fingers around his cock, causing a violent ache to shoot up his spine. There was no stopping him from flexing, pushing deeper into her hand, wanting her to rub her palm up and down his hard flesh. “I don’t get on my knees for anyone…especially not a man.”

Within two seconds he had a grip on her arm, turning her around and bending her over the table in the middle of the foyer. All the little decorative shit Adam had on that table was now nothing more than broken pieces on the floor.

He glanced down at her ass while he had her one arm pinned behind her back. “You plan on fighting me?”

“What do you think?” she muttered with her face planted against the table.

The way her ass was up in the air, teasing the caged animal inside of him, he knew claiming her would be like nothing he had ever experienced.

He placed his palm on the soft flesh of her behind, gently rubbing in circles when he felt a shiver move up her body. Her skin was warm under his touch, but he wanted it pink and red, and he wanted it to burn—a lot.

“You know what, Scar? I think I’m going to enjoy you fighting me.” Then he slapped her ass, the red handprint protruding within a matter of seconds. She didn’t make a sound. She didn’t even move. So he did it again—this time harder, and the loud crack sounded around them. When he watched as more red and pink marks started to appear on her skin, it felt like he was staring at his own Mona Lisa, and he already felt beautifully possessive over it.

The ache that pulsed through his cock and up his spine was too much and he had to take his cock into his own hand, stroking it a few times just to relieve some of the pressure. The tension in his body, the need for release, was so intense that he had to focus on not losing it like a fucking wanker.

“Does that turn you on, kitten? The burn of my hand on your ass?”

She pushed her ass out even more. “Why don’t you feel for yourself?”

A low, guttural moan echoed in the back of his throat as he slid his finger between her legs, feeling exactly how turned on she was. The evidence was there—she was so fucking ready for him, her body weeping, begging for him to take her.

The craving to push into her slick heat, to feel her walls around him, was pushing him closer and closer to the edge of losing control. Distracted by his own desire, his own hunger, trying to control the raging animal inside him, Scarlet took advantage and slipped her arm out of his grip.

“You know what turns me on even more, Ace?”

“What?”

“Dishing out exactly what I receive.” Abruptly, she jerked up and spun around, slapping him hard across the face.

There was no time for him to register what the hell just happened. He was still trying to process the fact that his cheek was on fire from the blow of her palm when she crushed her lips against his, pushing her tongue as deep as possible into his mouth. Her hand was once again wrapped around his cock. With the sting still on his cheek, her tongue in his mouth, her breasts pushed against his chest, and her hand stroking and squeezing his cock—it all drove him fucking crazy. Jesus, he was about to lose it in her hand.

He palmed both her breasts and pushed her back, breaking the kiss and loosening her hold around his cock.

A wicked smile spread across her flushed face and she climbed onto the table, her legs spread wide. “What’s the matter, Ace? You can’t handle it? Am I being too rough for you?”

Once his gaze dropped, staring at the smooth, glistening heaven between her legs, he licked his lips, the only thought running through his head, how much he wanted to taste her.

He glanced up at her face, her full lips curved in to a wickedly delighted grin. Why did he have a feeling that this woman was about to change everything? The rules, the game…and the fucking player.

“You going on your knees, Ace?”

“I don’t need to go on my knees to taste you.”

He pushed her down until she lay flat on her back and he spread her thighs wide. With slow, leisurely strokes he glided his tongue from her knee, all along her inner thigh, feeling how she arched her back and the way her body shivered. The closer he got to the apex of her thighs, the more she squirmed, the more his cock demanded him to take her. The smell of that delicious female scent that drove men fucking insane completely overwhelmed his senses, and he licked his lips before blowing softly over her exposed sensitive flesh.

“Are you teasing me, Ace?”

“Is it working?” He slipped his finger inside her, and she arched her back again. A smug smile crept up at the corners of his mouth. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

His lips moved all around the spot where he knew she wanted it—needed it. But he enjoyed teasing her too much, driving her body crazy. To know he had such power over her body was like no other high he had ever experienced.

A quick flick of his tongue, and her hips bucked in search of more.

“Don’t you dare stop,” she ordered, and grabbed his hair, fisting it in her hand.

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