Page 11 of Rules We Break

“You look so beautiful, Ivy.” I kiss her cheek. “Your face is flushed, and your hair is a mess. I bet if I pulled up this shirt right now, those perfect nipples would be hard as rocks, begging to have my teeth around them, wouldn’t they?”

“Yes.” She hisses, and I feel her body begin to tighten up. That orgasm is building like a coiled spring, ready to explode.

“So perfect.” I kiss her mouth and nibble on her bottom lip. “I can’t wait to watch you come. Give me something to taste, baby. Come for me.”

I curl my fingers just right, and as she’s about to cry out, I kiss her. Her nails dig into the back of my neck while her pussy clamps down on my fingers. Our kiss softens, and once her body has relaxed, I slowly bring my fingers up to my mouth. They’re shining wet from her release, and I let her watch as I lick each one of them clean.

“God, I missed this,” I tell her as I suck the last of her juices from my third finger.

She licks her bottom lip and watches me the entire time. I know I’m going to pay for this when we get back, but I can’t care. I like the punishment, and I can’t wait to see what she has in store for me.

“You’re in trouble.”

I laugh.

“I figured. Sorry about the jeans,” I say as I gently bring her thong and tight denim back up over her hips.

She leans forward and gives me the sweetest kiss, tasting herself on my lips.

“Ready to go back now?” I ask her. “No more games? No more torturing me?”

Her hand runs down my chest and over my abs before settling on the steel fucking pipe between my legs. She gives it a squeeze, and stars flood my vision. I could come just from a single touch I’m so turned on right now.

“I guess.” She shrugs and gives me a teasing smile.

“Finally,” I groan.

I lean over and pick her up, tossing her easily over my shoulder. She squeals, and I hook my arm around the back of her knees before she can flail or kick. There’s a bit of a line outside of the bathroom, and I should probably be ashamed. But when I have a woman this good-looking, nothing will stop me from getting what I want.

“Leaving?” one of the guys shouts from the bar. I can’t be bothered to remember their names. I’m literally never going to see them again.

“Looks like it!” Ivy yells back, a fit of laughter pouring from her lips.

The bouncer snorts as we walk out. “Be safe, kids.”

I salute him and stalk off toward our car.

CHAPTERSEVEN

The moment we’re back in her hotel room, she is all business. That carefree woman that let me take a little bit of control throughout the night is gone. This is the woman I remember from last year.

“Kneel.”

I don’t waste a second. I drop to the hard tiled floor of her entryway and look up at her for approval. All I want is that little smile, the one that tells me I’ve done exactly as she’s wanted. The floor biting into my knees is of little consequence.

“Good boy.” She runs a hand through my hair and finally gives me that smile I’ve been looking for. “Stay here while I get changed. No relaxing, no sitting back on your heels. I want you to be uncomfortable. Think about all the bad things you did tonight, yes?”

“Yes, mistress.”

Her pupils dilate. She loves it when I submit.

And when she walks into her room, I’m definitelynotdoing as I was told. Because all I can think about is what she’s changing into and what toys she might have brought with her. It might be stupid to hope she brought my favorite outfit—the shiny, tight, and oh-so-short black latex dress—but I can’t stop myself from daydreaming about how fucking good she looks in that thing.

Especially when she’s dragging her little leather crop across my body.

Christ, I’m going to get light-headed from all the blood draining to my cock. I’ve been hard for so long it’s painful, and I know there’s no way in hell she’s going to let me come anytime soon.

“Give me a list,” she calls out from her room.

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