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Breathless, I shake my head. “I don’t feel anything for you, Hark. Not anymore.”
“Prove it. I lift the ends of this dress. I dip my finger between your pretty pink folds. I find you dry, I let you walk. But if I’m right and your honey coats my fingers, you take my deal. Your crown for you. Scared?”
My eyes briefly squeeze closed. He wouldn’t. As if someone else is speaking for me, my lips move with the words, “I fucking dare you to try.” I can’t take them back even if I want to. My dare hangs between us and the second this dangerous man hears them, I don’t stand a chance.
And that is how I end up climaxing outside the police station in the middle of the day.
I stare into his obsidian eyes and the heat I see there rivals the pits of hell. Between us, his cock is pure iron. I can feel the hard ridge of it pressing against my heated core. Only a few pesky layers of dress keep us from the most delicious of sins.
His hand makes quick work of those barriers and when his fingers find my slit, my head falls against rough brick. A sigh slips past my lips. The second I lose my focus, I lose my purchase on the rough wall. But he’s there to catch me.
“Put your arms around me, Princess.”
“But—”
“Now.” I hesitate briefly, then do as he commands. When I do, I feel surrounded by him. His heat, his power, his sinful allure. Between my legs, my pussy pulses.
Nothing can stop this man, not even a bullet to the chest, much less the shoulder. He leans in and nips at my ear. My pulse ignites and I rock my hips searching out his touch when he pulls away to prove himself right.
I look on as he licks his fingers clean of my juices and then dives back in. My clit doesn’t stand a chance. With punishing strokes, he works the hard bud, swirling, pinching, rolling.
“Damn you, Hark, I fucking hate you.” His lips consume my primal moans.
“Hate me if you must, but you shouldn’t have left me today,” he growls at me when he finally breaks away. “You knew I would find you, now come for me, Asena. Give me what has always been mine.”
Arrogant bastard. His words hit hard. Their meaning sinks bone-deep. I try to pretend this means nothing, but the lies burn my soft insides.
I wrap my arms tighter around his shoulders. I shouldn’t do a lot of things. Giving him what he wants, sits at the top of that list. But I’m weak for him.
I am breathing hard and fast; the climax burning to be set free roars through me. Just a little more.
“Hark!” I plead, ready for release after years of starvation.
“When other men touched you, did you dream of me?” He presses his forehead against mine. In no universe did I ever see myself taking another man. His question sears my heart with pain. After he died, I couldn’t bear to think of someone else touching me.
My heart races and I am so close to coming undone. My nipples turn to hard tips, and my thighs grow weak. My clit throbs for more and more.
“Hark, please don’t slow. I need the burn.” I crave to feel the ache only he can cause. And then the sweet release.
His fingers still from stroking me.
“What are you doing?”
He gives me more of his weight.
I sigh with pleasure.
“Tell me.” Lust and what I think is dread roughens his words.
My nipples stiffen at the dark tone. Cupping the back of his head, I never take my light blues off him. “Yes, damn it, Hark. Yes!” I’m getting good at keeping the truth tucked away. I’ve had years of practice.
His callused fingers stroke over my throbbing bud and I quiver in his hold. A cry breaks free. I pant in distress. If I don’t find my release soon, my insides will turn into a raging inferno.
“Hark, please. Just make it stop. Give me what I need!”
“Like this, Princess?” The heat in the depths of those startling black eyes makes me feel like I am the center of his world this very second. I latch onto that lie and use it as a crutch. Just this one moment and then I can go back to hating him for the pain he caused me.
Using the pad of his thumb he works my clit and sinks two fingers into my tight channel.
