“What’s it going to be, Reaper? You ready to admit defeat?”
The fingers on her hand tickled the hair of my beard where the blade rested. I turned my head to the side, giving her full access. Ivan would kick my ass if he knew, but if she was going to cut me, she would have already. This was simply another version of the dance we did.
“Never. But god, I love it when you call me Reaper.”
“Do you? Hmm, maybe I won’t call you that any more, then.”
“Honestly, though, I’m torn about something,” I teased, running my hand up her arm.
“Really? And what would that be?”
“I also love how you say my name. Especially when you’re in the moment. You like to drag it out as you moan it.”
“You’re delusional. I don’t moan your name.”
“You do, but that is beside the point right now. What I really wonder is which one will be sweeter coming from your lips as I make you come all over my cock.”
Her face flushed, as I knew it would. It was time to turn the tables. With her momentarily distracted, I gripped her wrist, bucked my hips and flipped her over, pushing her onto her back.
I knelt between her legs, savoring the feel of her finally where I wanted her. A lust-filled groan rumbled through me as I moved closer, pressing the full length of my erection against her.
She squirmed and wiggled under me, trying to get away, but her movements only made me harder. I curled my fingers around her wrists tighter, pressing them into the soft mattress. With her hands above her head, the knife was useless. She was pinned at my mercy.
Her gaze was dark with fury, and she was panting from trying to get me off her. My eyes lingered on her lips, her face, and her arms stretched above her. I leaned down. The world stopped as we stared at each other, our breathing the only sound circulating the room.
Finally, she spoke. “What is your plan, Reaper? Will you force yourself on me before dinner?”
“Kitten, I can promise you one thing. When I bury my cock inside your sweet pussy, you’ll be the one who asked for it. I won’t have to force you, although it may feel that way. You’re so incredibly tiny,” I groaned, grinding my hips into her gently. She closed her eyes as her cheeks flushed red.
I continued rocking against her. Her breathing changed; it was coming in heavy. If we kept this up, I was going to make her come again. Being in my house, I was more in control this time.
She moaned as I rocked. “Do you like how that feels? You fucking smell so good.” Her eyelids flew open as she licked her lips. “I want to lie with my face on top of your barely clad pussy.”
Her legs went around me, clenching me as she arched her back.
“I’d lie there and inhale your scent, tease you a little. Then I’d rip your shorts off and fucking feast. I wonder if you taste as good as you smell. I’d love to taste you, lick all over your body—”
“Aleksandr,” she exclaimed, sounding shocked. She flushed with embarrassment when she realized I wasn’t moving against her, and she was the one rubbing her hips into mine. She stopped, panting in frustration.
I brushed my lips against the soft shell of her ear. “You all done? Don’t want to finish?”
She inhaled sharply.
“What’s wrong? Did you need more contact?”
A shudder ran through her.
“We can take your shorts off.” I held myself still over her.
“I hate you.” She looked away.
“I wouldn’t call that hate. It’s called frustration. And I can take care of that for you, but I need to know something first. Tell me, are you my little pet?”
“Get off me, Reaper,” she hissed.
“Aww, need a bit more time to think about it. No worries. As I said, you’re mine tonight. You should probably know, Nikolai is insistent that you be disciplined for your behavior today. Maybe you would rather he be theonlyone to wield the punishment.”
“No one is disciplining me, least of all a member of the Death Squad. You had your chance.”
