“I need a shower,” he states as he begins to ascend the stairs.
“And you need me for that?” I tease.
“Yes,” he says plainly, causing me to roll my eyes, even as I hold on tighter.
“Just because I let you lick me and then slept with you doesn’t mean I’ve forgiven you,” I tell him frankly.
The shock flashes over his face so fast I nearly miss it, but I don’t, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling.
He hums, but it sounds closer to an unhappy grunt.
His brow stays furrowed until we hit the second-floor landing. I want to pat myself on the back in victory at how I’ve been able to throw him off a little.
“Right. Yeah,” he says with a shake of his head. It takes a long moment for his eyes to drag over to meet mine again, and when they do, I’m not sure what I’m seeing there.
Lightning flashes, making shadows dance on the walls around us. His steps don’t hesitate as he turns and heads for his bedroom. When we make it to the bathroom attached to his bedroom, he sets me down on the edge of the vanity. His eyes pin me in place as he strips off his soaked suit jacket. It lands with a wet plop on the floor, but neither of us bothers to give it any attention. He closes in, and his hands press down on the counter on either side of me. There’s an inch of air between our faces.
My breath catches at the openness in his eyes.
“Then… what does it mean?” he asks, his voice sounding low and raspy as if it had been a little hard for him to get the words out.
Well, I hadn’t been expecting that. The emotions are too intense. I feel them all around me, inside me.
“That I likesleepingwith you.” I emphasize the word, though I don’t need to. Part of it is meant to be teasing, but it’s all very much the truth.
With him this close, I can’t miss the way the corner of his lips twitch as if he’s holding back a proud smile.
I don’t stop my own small smile from slipping out. His eyes snap down. He takes in my lips for a long moment. When his gaze captures mine again, there’s nothing tentative or unsure. His dark eyes are filled with heat and want.
The man in front of me won’t hesitate. He will take everything I offer him, and then he’ll push my limits until I make him stop. He will devour me and leave me a wrecked pile. And after he’s done, he’ll do it all over again.
“No, Astra,” he says in almost a scolding tone. I raise a brow and wait for what I’m sure is going to be his strange way of correcting me. “It means you like it when I eat out your sweet pussy. That you like being fucked by me. You like the way I touch you. You like the way your body yearns for me. You like my cock and the way you come all over it.”
He’s not wrong. Not even a little bit.
My heart is pounding. My panties are becoming wet, and the scent of my arousal fills the air between us.
The smirk on his face tells me he’s well aware of what he’s doing to me.
I turn my head away and pull my eyes from his in an attempt to break the intense sizzle between us. He reaches up and cups my chin with a firmness that says he’s in charge. I’m forced to hold his gaze once again.
There’s no hiding the lust in my eyes, and I hate myself a little for having no choice but to show him my cards. He knows he’s got me in the palm of his hand. It was stupid of me to even think I could ever have the upper hand with a man like Donovan Falco.
“Admit it, my sweet little doe.” He holds my chin with an iron grip as he stands to his full height, causing me to sit up as straight as I can. I feel my spine stretching and lengthening, forcing my breast to take front and center. The corners of his mouth turn up in a sinister, victorious smirk. I hate it. I want tokiss it. “Admit your tight pussy loves being filled with my cock. You are mine and you know it.”
I swallow hard. The silence stretches out for a long time.
“Astra,” he says calmly, but I can see the patience slipping in his eyes.
“I like… all of those things, yes.”
I can see the twitch of his lips as if he finds me amusing but doesn’t want to let it show.
“You want my cock. Say it, Astra.”
“I want your cock,” I say, eyes flaring wide as if to sarcastically ask if he’s happy now. That’s definitely the first time I’ve said that word out loud, and I’m surprised at how smoothly it fell from my lips.
“And you love being fucked by me.”
