Page 78 of Filthy Little Regrets
“Fuck you,” I snap, crossing my arms and allowing him to carry me up the stairs. I’m not going to try to fight out of his hold when we could both tumble to our deaths. As soon as we reach the second floor, it’s a different story. I buck in his hold, but he’s strong enough to keep me in his arms.
He kicks in the door to his room. “Now, here’s how this is going to work.”
“I’m going to kill you.”
“I can’t focus when you flirt with me,” he murmurs, stopping before his massive bed.
“You’re insane.”
His lips quirk and those annoying dimples appear. “Like I was saying, here’s how this is going to work. You’re going to lie down. I’m going to be the big spoon, and if you behave, I might bury my face between your legs.”
Heat swoops through my core. I suck in a breath. “Are you threatening me with orgasms?” I demand, not sure if I should be mad or intrigued.
Mace simply smirks and drops me. I land on the plush mattress with a little bounce and a squeak. He takes advantage and climbs on top of me, caging me with his arms and gazing down at me.
Heart thudding, I narrow my eyes. “I should chop your dick off.”
He lowers his hips to meet mine, letting me feel every inch of him. “You’d be missing out.”
I swallow. “You can’t sex me into submission.”
“Is that so?” he murmurs, grinding his cock over my core, the hardness of him pressing against my clit. The material of my thong is soaked, clinging to my skin, but I hope he can’t tell.
My lips part and he descends, capturing my lips with his, stealing the rest of my fight with the force of his kiss. Mace dominates the moment with another pointed rock of his hips that has a pleased sound rattling in the back of my throat. He hums in approval, breaking the kiss and resting his forehead on mine.
“Are you done arguing?”
I’m tired. It’s been so long since someone has held me. What’s one night? Not to mention, he’s promising to eat me out if I share his bed. It’s kind of hard to resist the promised pleasure. My walls clench, and the desire to be filled is so strong that I relent. “Yes.”
Mace’s answering grin is wicked, and I can’t help feeling like I’ve lost all my pawns.
The wine made it easy to fall asleep. I wake up cocooned in Mace’s arms. I didn’t want to sleep in the dress, and when I started to take it off, Mace gave me his shirt. Such chivalry after demanding I share his bed. I’m starting to wonder if his sacrifice was thought out, though. His naked chest presses into my back, and one of his arms is loosely wrapped around me, holding me to his muscled form. Blinking, I stretch, arching my back and inadvertently pressing my ass into his erection.
Fuck, he’s big.Swallowing, I carefully try to pull away, inching across the mattress.
“Mmm, you feel so good,” he rasps in my ear, slippinghis other arm between my body and the mattress to fully hug me. He runs one hand from my hip up to my left breast, palming it with a groan. “So soft.”
My pulse drums in my ears, chest rising and falling rapidly as he pinches my nipple. I don’t hate the attention. In fact, I kind of love it. I think it’s probably smarter if I don’t sleep with him, but then he goes and rubs his cock against my ass, and being stupid has never been more alluring. Only the thin material of his boxers and T-shirt separates our bodies. There are little...beads running up the right side.
I rock back against him, mostly to figure out what those are and definitely not because he buries his face against my throat, peppering my neck with kisses that send fire straight to my core.
“This is how you should wake up,” he murmurs, the hand on my breast drifting down, fingers coasting over my belly, grazing along the top of my thigh. “In my bed.” He draws his mouth up the column of my neck, nipping my skin. “Desperate to come.”
“I’m not desperate,” I breathe, but the shake in my voice tells us both I’m a rotten liar.
His throaty chuckle brushes down my spine. He grips my knee, wrenching my legs open and hooking my ankle behind his leg, holding me open. Liquid fire roars through my veins as he drags his knuckles up my inner thigh. He traces his fingers along the top of my thong, teasing the damp material.
My body is screaming for release.What’s he waiting for?I lose all sense of propriety and press my ass into his erection, rubbing against it, hoping it’ll end the torture he’s putting me through.
His mouth scorches up my throat, along my jawline,lips caressing over the shell of my ear. “Aren’t you going to say please?”
This asshole. “Fuck you,” I growl, trying to get away from him, but his grip is solid against me.
His hand slips beneath my thong.
Finally.
But his fingers pause centimeters from my clit, circling the small triangle of hair I maintain. Some guys hate hair. Mace doesn’t seem to mind at all. The distance is cruel, though. “Let me hear you say please,” he says into my ear. “Beg me to make you come.”
