Page 15 of Like a Hurricane

His fingers grasp the zip at the back of my dress.

“Tell me to stop.”

I don’t.

The zip slides across the teeth quickly, splitting my dress down the back and I feel the rough tip of his finger graze down my spine before he brings both hands to the shoulders of my dress, and eases them off. The moment the straps are clear of my shoulders, the dress falls away and pools at my feet, leaving me in a set of my own designer lace underwear.

Everett hisses though his teeth.

“Look how fucking stunning you are.” He praises.

He guides me to the kitchen, all the while I remain silent, stumped to what I should say and do. What the fuck was wrong with me?

“Sit your pretty ass on the table, princess. Now.”

I spin on him, “You think you’re in control here?” I ask.

He smirks, eyes bouncing down my body as if to say,‘you’re the one almost naked right now.’.

“You realize I wore matching underwear for a reason, right?” I hop up onto the table, squaring my shoulders and willing some of my power back. “Everett, honey, I have you right where I want you.”

He chuckles lightly, “Is that so?”

I reach around to the strap at my back and flick apart the hooks on my bra, letting it come apart and remove it from my body. Everett’s eyes immediately drop to my exposed flesh. And even though I feel slightly more in control, my chest still heaves with my breaths, my heart pounding just a little too hard and fast.

He groans, fists curling at his sides as if he is restraining himself from touching.

“Tell me again,” I whisper, “Who is in control right now?”

“What do you want?”

I grin. “Touch me, Everett.”

The muscles in his cheeks pop as he bites down onto his teeth and grinds. Glacial eyes latch onto mine as he lifts a hand and runs it up the center of my abdomen, trailing the tip of his finger up my sternum and between my breasts, to the dip between my clavicles and then he opens his hand up and wraps it around my throat.

“We can pretend you’re in control, little storm,” He whispers, leaning in close as his fingers flex around my neck, “If that’s what you want.”

He presses in harder, forcing me to yield under the pressure of his palm. But I have no complaints about it. I allow him to push me back, fingers twitching around my throat, until my spine presses against the top of my table. He slots his body between my legs, his still covered dick pressing against my center.

“Stay very fucking still, princess,” He growls against my mouth before he starts to retreat down my body, kissing and nipping across me. His mouth finds my breast, teeth sinking into the soft tissue on the right side before biting my peaked nipple, rolling it between his teeth and eliciting a guttural cry from me.

He flicks his tongue while his teeth sting, causing a riot of sensation that I can’t quite make sense of.

My muscles quiver as he works his way down my body, away from the sensitivity of my breasts and down my stomach until he reaches the band of my thong, his fingers hooking almost delicately into the straps.

His eyes flick up to mine and a feline grin curves up his sensual mouth as he pulls them down, tapping my thigh when he wants me to lift my hips so he can slide them completely off.

And then I’m right there, completely naked while he’s still fully dressed.

“Tell me again,” His eyes meet mine from between my legs, his breath blowing air across my pussy that was shamelessly wet and aching, “How you’re the one in control right now, princess?”

Chapter Seven

Istare up at her from between her legs, spread out on the table like a feast only for me. Her tan skin is flushed with a pretty blush, her chest rising and falling heavily. She was all toned muscle and long legs, delicate curves and dips and goddamn if it didn’t make me want to sink my teeth into her.

Her black hair spills down behind her and her hooded grey eyes watch my every move as I turn my head slightly and press a kiss to her inner thigh. Her throat works with a swallow.

She invited me in. Demanded it even.

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