Only I didn’t stop. Maybe it was a last-ditch effort to curb my feelings for him. If I disobeyed, it stood to reason he’d punish me. Would he go deep into my willing list and try one of the darker things there?

Of course, I wasn’t supposed to enjoy punishment, but I worried I would.

What if it was already too late for me? Goddamn him for telling me we couldn’t have anything more. I fucked him with my mouth, ignoring his second command to stop. He was close. So close.

He jerked me back off him using my ponytail, and although it didn’t hurt, the action got my attention. Kyle leaned over, gripped my face in his hand, and squeezed my cheeks as he lifted, using both that and the hold on my ponytail to pull me to my feet.

He stared down at me, his eyes flaring with irritation, and something . . . intriguing. Perhaps he was a little excited I’d pushed. Did he like my willful disobedience? His expression said I was about to find out.

“When you’re begging later,” his voice was steady but low, “I want you to remember this moment.” He released me, only to bring his mouth crashing against mine. His kiss branded across my lips, all urgent and furious, and I submitted to it. Surrendered.

His kiss, his fucking kiss. It wasn’t playing fair.