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I bet he could, and I was screaming inside. But I wasn’t some submissive woman, and I refused to be that with him. Two could play this game, and I always got what I wanted in the end. I was going to wipe that smug ass smirk right off his handsome fucking face.
I pulled myself up to my knees on the bed, my eyes fixed on his.
“You’re playing a dangerous game that you are going to lose.” I moved one hand up my side to cradle my breast and started massaging it in my palm, pinching the nipple lightly as I went. “Because I can do this just as easily without you, Atlas.”
Moving my other hand down my belly slowly, I brought it to my slit, dipping my fingers in just enough to coat them in my wetness, then pulling them back to play with my clit.
Without breaking my eye contact with him, I slid my fingers back down and right away slid two of them inside, pumping them slowly and letting out a low moan. His eyes darkened as he continued to watch me play with myself.
My lips parted, and my breaths turned heavy. I was going to come with him watching me, wishing it was his cock instead of my hand, and I was reveling in it. I continued massaging my breast and teasing my nipple, imagining and wishing it was his mouth instead of my hand, but I would take what I could get at this moment.
I could see his resolve begin to crack beneath his calm facade. I closed my eyes as my fingers curled against my sweet spot, and I let the pleasure melt its way into me, my skin beginning to buzz at the sensation.
My head fell back, and a strong hand gripped my wrist and removed the hand that was delivering such sweet pleasure to me. I opened my eyes, snapping my head back up, and was met with the burning desire of his. He was intimidating when he looked like this, drowning in lust, just like me. I knew he wasn’t going to be gentle this time, and I was ready for it—so ready for it.
“You want to play like that, I’ll play.”
Licking his lips, he turned me around and pressed my chest into the mattress. He pulled both wrists behind me, took his belt from his pants in a single fluid motion, and wrapped it around my wrists to restrain them behind my back. I was still on the edge of my climax, and every movement threatened to throw me over completely. I wanted to come; I would beg him to let me.
Rolling me over to my back, he stood at the edge of the bed and dug his fingers into my thighs, spreading me wide again. He pushed himself inside of me with one hard thrust, the sharp pain causing a whimper to break from my throat.
When he was fully seated deep inside me, he leaned forward and whispered.
“Thanks for taking care of the foreplay for me.” You son of a—
Pulling out completely, he did another hard thrust from tip to base, pushing my body up the bed with the movement. He wanted to watch me play with myself. He baited me, and I took it like it was an easy win. He was better than I had ever expected. He was perfect.
Moving his hands to grip my shoulders, he continued to thrust into me hard and heavy. He knew just the way I liked it; his punishing, hard pace led to the best pleasure. I loved when it hurt—that was always the fucked up part of me. The more pain I felt, the more pleasure that rippled through my body and buzzed beneath my skin.
I started moaning his name, unable to think straight. I could feel my climax coming again, and this time it was fierce. I had coiled myself up with my fingers, and the tension was never released; now, the coil was even tighter.
“Atlas, I—” I cursed as he slowed his pace, looking down at me.
“You what? Want to come?” He raised a dark brow.
With a whimper, I nodded, unable to find words to speak. My mind was becoming a haze. He bent down, his nose just barely touching mine.
“Are you going to pull that shit with me again?” He murmured into my ear, and I was not about to argue anymore. I was ready to explode.
I shook my head and silently spoke, “No.”
“Good girl. You don’t get to control how I fuck you unless I want you to.”
He leaned back and moved his hand to my clit, pressing his thumb into it and giving it just the right friction I needed to find my release.
“Come for me, sweet thing. Let me hear you scream my name.” And I did…
One hard pinch of my clit and I shattered completely, with a scream of his name ripping from my throat. My back arched off the bed as he pounded into me a few more times before finding his own release. His cock pulsed into me, filling me deeply.
I was panting and shaking as he rolled me over to remove the belt from my wrists and then moved us both to the pillows. His arms wrapped tightly around me, my back pressed into his chest. He kissed the back of my head and my shoulder lightly.
I wanted to say something to him, but sleep pulled me under before I could even open my mouth to speak.
For the first time, I dreamed about a future where I wasn’t alone and Atlas was mine.
All mine.
CHAPTER 14
