Page 39 of Chaos Crown

My lips peeled back from my teeth. “Where is it?”

“You’ll just have to find it.”

Thwap!

“Ahh,” she moaned, tightening around me.

“You don’t want to play games with me.”

“Oh, but I do. I really, really do.” Ivy tossed a smirk over her shoulder. “Everything comes easy for you, Jacques Stone, the self-controlled genius. Even the woman of your dreams walked right into your house and got ensnared in Cairo’s web.”

My reply was immediate. “Actually, she framed me for murder and accepted she was better off serving her sentence under the Bedlam Boys.”

Her smirk widened. At that second I realized I just confirmed she was the woman of my dreams.

I glared at my cock. Fucking hell, so much for the self-controlled genius.

“I’m going to make you work for it when it comes to me.” She wiggled her red ass. “Just a little bit. So the next time you get it into your head that it’ll be easy to throw me away, you’ll remember how hard you fought for me in the first place.”

The vein under my left brow twitched. Irritation like I’d never felt before swelled in my chest. I raised my belt... and tossed it over my shoulder. Ivy’s eyes widened as I prowled over her.

“Is that so? You think you’re going to teach me a lesson.” Eyes locked, I bit her shoulder, enjoying the soft exhalation of breath. “Train me? Make me the pet at the end of your leash?”

I felt her toes caress my backside. “That wasn’t exactly what I was going for. I was thinking something more like equals.”

I laughed, lips trailing along her shoulder. “There’s no such thing as an equal relationship. Someone always holds the power.” I kissed just under her ear. “Whether it’s the partner that makes more money. Or the one that’s out of their league and knows it. Or loves just a little bit less. The balance of power can only swing one way.”

“Which way does it swing for us?”

Tipping her head back, I captured her lips, kissing her hungrily. I fisted her strands, opening her mouth as wide as it’d go as I plundered her warm, sweet mouth to my heart’s content. “Asks the woman currently cuffed to my bed and vulnerable to my mercy.”

Glazed eyes held my reflection. Swimming among it, mischief danced in her pools. “I’ve been exactly where I want to be, Jacques. So who’s vulnerable to whose mercy?”

“Hmm.” Just like that, I released her and sat up. “It appears we have an important question to answer. The only way to handle it is to collect the data, and come to the conclusion it grants us.”

“How do we do— Oh,” she cried—soft, tight body shuddering as two fingers dipped inside her pussy.

“The data is how many times I fuck, tease, and punish you to the brink of orgasm and refuse to deliver until you say I own you in every way and make me believe it. That should give us definitive evidence.” Her juices coated me, calling me to weep more precum while I slipped in and out, scissoring my fingers to the most delicious moans.

“That’s cheating. The only way the results would hold up is if the experiment is replicated. After this, maybe I’ll handcuff you.”

My laugh was deep and free. “I almost want to see you try. But what I want even more... is to hear you say it.” I crooked my finger, stealing a gasp. “Who do you belong to?”

“Like... I’m going to give it up that easily.” Shuddering, she melted into the sheets.

Much like the spankings, she enjoyed it too much to call it a punishment, but it changed nothing for me. Ivy was at peak perfection when she was on her knees, captive to my mercy and yet begging for more. That at some point she wound me around her finger wasn’t news. I was a logical man.

I didn’t feel anything in particular for Quinn, or our previous girlfriends. I agreed to sharing them because once again, the logical thing proved to let them come to me. It was different with Ivy from nearly the beginning. She talked back to me in front of an entire class, daring to tell me that I was wrong. If that wasn’t a fatal enough mistake, she dumped water on me and landed me in an interrogation room.

She had a spirit that was hard to break, but secretly thrilled me to try. She challenged me. Questioned me. Made me see things her way. It was only right that she come to see things my way too.

“Who do you belong to?” I smacked her ass—the first time I traded belt for hand. The feel of her warm and quivering beneath my palm nearly made me come on the spot.

“Ah,” she moaned, rocking back on my fingers. “Technically, I belong to five men, so—”

Smack!

Ivy squealed, tightening around my fingers. I withdrew so abruptly, she gasped.

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