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So fucking sexy, watching you like this, he murmured as she writhed in his arms.
The poor guy probably didn t know what hit him. Those pink panties look so sweet,
but you re hot enough to burn the fucking house down.
She growled, actually growled with frustration, and ground down on his hands. He
laughed again and pulled his fingers from her panties to trace her lower lip with the tip
of his middle finger, then watch as her tongue flickered out to taste her own arousal.
See how hot you are, honey? he said, the fingers teasing her clit maintaining the
same steady, torturously unsatisfying pace. Come on, just tell me. Then we can move
on to paying your debt to society.
Oh, God!
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I won t, she said. Her resistance was waning, but she could feel his need growing
as well. Sweat slicked their skin where they touched and his breathing, while
controlled, had taken on a harsher edge. Maybe he would break first&
Fine by me, he said. I ll just bend you over right here. You think I won t fuck
you long and slow and deep and leave you hanging?
Her mind split wide open at the image of her cheek pressed into the embroidered
flowers on her silk duvet cover, her hands immobilized at the small of her back while
he held her hips and satisfied himself. You wouldn t!
She should have known better than to challenge him. Without a word he withdrew
his hands and sat back and suddenly Lacey discovered something worse than enduring
Hunter s sensual torture enduring it with no relief.
Twisting to look over her shoulder, her gaze met his, hard and unyielding. A
popping sound made her eyes zip down to his hands, working at his fly. With
deliberate slowness he tugged the remaining buttons free from their holes, his shaft
straining through the front of his opened jeans. He put one big palm flat between her
shoulder blades and began to push her forward.
She loved to win, flat-out loved it, that competitive spirit driving her ongoing
reluctance to admit she begged, that she needed him more than he needed her. It was
time to change her tactics. Give a little, gain a lot.
Wait! she cried.
His touch lightened immediately, but remained, barely grazing her skin, a vivid
reminder of his intentions.
Flushed and trembling with desire, she prepared to give him what he wanted.
Fine. I ll tell you everything.
* * * * *
The words were sullen and unwilling, the surrender of a militant who planned to
wreak havoc on her captor or escape at the first chance. But if she d thought her
surrender would make him lessen his relentless assault on her senses, she was wrong.
I don t like your tone or your attitude, Ms. Meyers, Hunter said as he pushed her
down flat and straddled her backside. The cuffs made a metallic clink as he
manipulated them, then her wrists separated. Turn over.
Now! She brought her hands under her shoulders and pushed up, past wasting
energy on words. It was no use. Poised above her, he flipped her with ease, the muscles
in his bare torso flexing in the light from the lamp by the chaise. He brought her hands,
one still locked in the cuffs, over her head, looped the free cuff behind a spindle in her
brass headboard, then secured her other wrist. Wearing only her stockings and
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drenched panties, she brought up one leg, then the other, undulating as she tried to get
free.
No, oh no, she moaned.
He pushed her legs flat and together then straddled her, the muscles in his arms
shifting under the skin as he surveyed her defenseless body. Her heart rose into her
throat at the taut anticipation and stark desire etched in the hard planes of his face.
Start talking, he said, his gaze roaming her breasts, the swell of her hips, the wet
heat between her legs.
She glanced up at her restrained hands. Suddenly I have nothing to say, she said,
but even to her own ears, her tone had lost its edge.
He kissed her. Hard. Stopped the words in her mouth with the pressure of his lips
and the sweep of his tongue.
This works better. It s easier to shut you up if I don t like what I hear.
She stared at him. His eyes, dark, clear green, were intense, but in complete control.
He bore most of his weight on his knees and forearms, but still lay close enough to her
for her to feel the hard, slow hammer-beat of his heart against her ribs, his pulse
reverberating through hot damp skin stretched over muscle and bone.
He bent to the sensitive spot just below her ear, following a hard nip with a gentle
lick. Tell me what happened, he said, the words wafting against her skin.
Her eyes slid shut as seductive sensation rippled along her tightly wound nerves,
but she shook her head.
Silence from him. That scared her more than his commanding words.
When she felt him use his denim-clad knees to spread her legs wide, her eyes flew
open. A quick twist of his big hands and her panties dropped useless to the bed. He
braced one hand flat beside her head, gripped his shaft with the other and guided it
toward her aching cleft. Time s up.
Outmaneuvered, outmatched, outplayed, her surrender was reluctant but real. I
swear I didn t know he was going to follow me in!
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