He stroked down her abdomen . . . and lower, into the damp curls, grazing over her clit. She mewled. Her pu**y tightened on his cock, and Hunter swore. His vicious need for her had sweat beading at his temples, all over his back. Hot blood scalded his veins. He f**king ached to pound Kata to their mutual satisfaction, but establishing control first was nonnegotiable. Once she submitted, they’d both be happier. Proving that to her was going to be a bitch.
“Damn it! Can’t you just . . .” Whimpering, she thrust back on him, shoving him even deeper in her tight, silken clasp.
Only by literally biting his tongue did Hunter hold in a groan. Letting her know how good she felt, despite her disobedience, would only encourage her. “Don’t push me.”
“Or what?” Her voice was breathy, a heady combination of trepidation and demand, as she curled her hand around his neck, leaned back, and tugged his lips toward hers.
Hunter turned his head, refused her kiss. He’d answered her question, but she still tested him, trying in her way to top from the bottom. He wouldn’t have it. “Spread your legs wider.”
A long heartbeat passed before she complied. He breathed out, partially in relief, partially because the sight of her offering her body to him was flat-out one of the sexiest sights ever.
“Hold still. Don’t move your hands. You may moan and scream my name, nothing else.”
“I don’t like your orders, damn it,” she panted.
“I don’t like your defiance. Final warning.”
He held very still inside the hot grip of her cunt, dying to ease back, then slide deep, find that one spot that would send her reeling just for the sublime joy of hearing her shout his name. But he was prepared to punish her again if she disobeyed. She’d more than earned it. He was giving her a lot of latitude because she’d never submitted, and the last twenty-four hours would have exhausted even the hardiest of souls. He’d be lying, though, if he said the ecstasy boiling in his balls and clawing up his c**k wasn’t strangling his good intentions.
She shuddered, hesitated. Then, finally, she nodded.
“Good. Bow your head.”
If she refused, he’d already spelled out the or else.
“Bow my—” She sucked in a breath and tossed back her head, dark hair spilling all down her back. “No. I’ve given some, but that? I won’t relinquish that much. I can’t . . . be subservient.”
Fuck. Slowly, he withdrew from her pu**y.
“No!” She thrust back, fighting to keep him deep inside her. “Hunter.”
Turning down that temptation almost killed him. He wanted to work deep inside her again, his balls pressed right to her wet pu**y, tangle his fingers in the silky mass, inhale her scent as he listened to her whimpers become screams. But he didn’t. Instead, Hunter fought for control as he brushed his knuckles over her clit in a soft, hypnotic slide. He pressed his dick against her ass, grinding.
Kata glared at him over her shoulder, defiant.
Hunter lifted his fingers from her clit, stepped back, and crossed his arms over his chest. No matter how much his c**k ached, he wasn’t backing down. Her eyes simmered with fury, her lips pursed as if she was dying to spit acid at him. He braced for a long night.
“Apparently we’re going to do this the hard way.” Hunter shook his head and, in one quick stroke, tore off the condom. Damn it to hell.
She stood straight, her back stiffening. Eyes narrowed, she whirled to face him. He forced himself not to look at her heavy br**sts, rosy brown ni**les, and her traffic-stopping curves. Distraction now would only be detrimental.
“Bowing my head, are you serious? Why can’t sex be equitable? Why can’t we discuss what we both want, then do it together?”
Because she wanted his dominance as much as he wanted to give it to her. Her wet pu**y proved that. She couldn’t be satisfied until she submitted. Still, he never wanted her to think that he wasn’t listening or didn’t care for her needs.
“What did you have in mind?”
“First, sleep. I’m exhausted.”
“If you could have simply complied with my commands—”
“Why should I? You don’t own me.”
He stiffened, then forced himself to relax. Kata would understand his possession soon enough. She knew the reasons he expected her compliance; he’d explained. Her protestations and questions were merely stall tactics. “All you had to say to stop me was ‘Ben,’ but you didn’t. Care to tell me why?”
She sighed, her shoulders sagging. “I don’t know. If you’ll let me sleep first, maybe I’ll be coherent enough to figure it out and I’ll tell you.”
Ah, the predictable dodging of the subject. So much easier for Kata than admitting that she was not only afraid to embrace what he ached to give her, but too aroused to turn it down.