Page 83 of So Wild

“Four.” He bent to her mouth, brushing his cool lips across hers. “Here’s the interesting thing, Samantha. While I was drinking Angel’s Milk, you were drinking virgin daiquiris.”

“Are you sure that wasn’t you? I know you’re a big fan of virgins.”

Scott flashed her a humourless smile. “Okay, Samantha. If that’s how you want it.”

He lifted himself off her, lowering himself down the bed so that he was kneeling between her legs. He slipped her shorts and her panties off in one fluid motion and Sam bucked up, the release of the material on her oversensitive skin making her need to move.

“Uh-uh,” he said, pushing her hips down with his palms. “I want to look at you.”

It was a line straight out of a cheesy paperback but Scott said it with such authority, the words felt reminted. Sam gazed up at him, drinking in his unyielding expression—the look of a reasonable man pushed to his limits. It was bizarre, the confidence with which he was doing this. She’d known some bad boys in their time and none of them had ever tied her down with such ease. It seemed supremely unfair that her childhood nemesis, the posh boy next door, could be such a good match for her in bed.

“What are you thinking?”

Sam was so surprised, she told the truth. “You’re a natural at this bossy thing, Galahad. More than anyone I’ve been with.”

He rewarded her with a small, genuine smile. “So stop sending boys to do a knight’s job.”

He lowered his mouth between her legs, licking a hot, wet line through her cunt. Sam whimpered, her traitor hips arching her up, trying to prolong the sensation. He backed off a little, his breath ghosting over her aching pussy. “Scott…?”

“No,” he said sharply. “Not this time. You got what you wanted last night. This is for me.”

Sam shuddered as he ran a hand up the inside of her thigh. “What do you want?”

“I want whatever I want, whenever I want it.”

“So…you don’t know what you want?”

Scott bent forward and licked her again, his tongue flickering over her clit until she cried out loud. The instant she did, he pulled away.

“Teasing asshole!”

“That’s about the long and short of it,” Scott agreed. “You should watch your mouth. This is your punishment and if you don’t play by my rules, I’ll leave you in bed, all hot and bothered. Would you like that?”

Sam gritted her teeth, refusing to answer, which made Scott laugh merrily. “I think you might like being deprived of my cock. On some level at least. Just like you enjoy being my pretty little prisoner.”

Sam felt her nipples tighten to the point of pain and was instantly pissed off. “Do you have any idea how fucked up that sounds?”

Scott chuckled, his hand brushing along pubic bone, dipping down to stroke her slit. “Yes, but we’re not talking about real life, are we? We’re talking about the games two adults can play in bed.”

“I don’t like games.” That was true enough. Shedidn’tlike games; she wanted this kind of thing to feel as real as consent could make it.

“That’s a shame.” Scott’s finger caressed the damp place between her lips. “Tying you up makes me feel about ten feet tall and hard as stone.”

Sam chewed her bottom lip, not wanting to show how much the idea turned her on. Scott seemed to know it anyway. He smirked as he eased two cool fingers inside her, making her cry out.

“You got the wrong impression last night,” he said, curling his fingers so she felt wonderfully, impossibly full.

“Wh-what did I get wrong?”

“How I operate, both as a man and a lover. I’ll always take care of what’s mine, but from here on out you’re going to respect me, Samantha. And when I say so, you’re going to serve me.”

“You can’t—”

“It’s what you want.” Scott rocked his hand back and forth, brushing against some incredible place. “You want to play games, Samantha, you want to be dominated. I think that’s why you’re always pushing and pulling against me. You like the thrill of it all, don’t you?”

“No.”

He leaned on the bed and kissed her, sliding his fingers so deep she gave a homely, guttural moan. She was getting close—already she was too close. Her back was arching and sweat was breaking out across her collarbone.

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