it up and away from her eyes. His face filled her vision, a strong jaw with a day's worth of stubble, his crooked nose and those dark, dangerous eyes.
"Because I'm a selfish bastard," he answered, stroking her cheek. "When a woman's mine, she doesn't take pleasure. I give it to her."
Selfish, yes, and conceited. But she'd half expected him to need to prove there wasn't anything he didn't own, including her, so the answer filled her with relief instead of rage. "Then give it to me." Her gaze locked with his. "Let me come. Please."
"Mmm." He straightened and stroked her trembling inner thighs. His thumb touched her clit, jolting her back toward arousal as he worked two broad fingers into her body. "Not yet. Remember to ask when you're close this time, and I'll consider it. Or we can do this all night."
Lost in desire, she rocked her hips. "I will. I'll ask."
"We'll see." The tattoos wrapped around his arms rippled with his flexing muscles, each one working in graceful concert for the sole purpose of fucking into her, faster and harder with each advance, but when she tried to push up, he planted his other hand on her belly and pinned her against the bed.
Caught again, and this time Lex didn't hold back. Waves of hot, insistent bliss began to build, teasing her with how very, very good she could feel--if she'd only let go.
"Please," she whispered, writhing against his hand. "Can I--holy fuck, please. Please let me come--"
"Who gets to decide, Lexie?"
"You." She squeezed her eyes shut as her breath tangled on a sob. "You do, you decide."
"That's right." His fingers crooked, working her G-spot, shoving her toward oblivion. Testing her. "Why, honey? Tell me why."
She barely had the wits to answer, and her voice sounded far away and strained. "Because I'm yours."
"You're mine," he agreed. So warm, so approving. His voice wrapped around her as his thumb settled on her clit, the perfect, piercing counterpoint. "So come for me."
Lex tensed, and her eyes snapped open. How did he do it, have her body responding to the words as if triggered for exactly that? Her arms were going numb, her muscles were cramping, and she didn't give a flying fuck. All that mattered was his hand, his fingers, and the sheer, overwhelming ecstasy flooding her.
"Just like that, love." He dragged her through her climax with relentless stroking and his thumb working in circles that wouldn't stop. "Feels so good to let go, doesn't it?"
Good didn't describe the torturous pleasure. "Dallas--" Her voice shuddered, broke.
"Want something, honey?"
So satisfied. So smug. "Fuck you," she panted.
Laughing, Dallas pulled his fingers free of her body. "Not unless you ask nicely." He traced his slick fingertips over her nipple. Before she could respond, he bent to capture the stiff peak between his lips, sucking the taste of her from her skin with an appreciative rumble.
She'd given him so much, and still he wanted more. Everything. "I won't ask."
"You will." Rough hands closed around her shoulders without warning. She barely had time to smack his arm with one numb hand before he dragged her from the bed and flipped her to her stomach.
The edge of the mattress bit into her abdomen as he braced his thighs on either side of hers and pinned her in place. Lex struck at him, but he caught her arms and held them tight. "You will," he echoed, "but maybe not tonight."
He'd fuck her like this, pinned down and protesting.
He'd do it.
The thought shuddered through her, echoing in rhythmic pulses of hunger that left her wetter than ever, her pussy swollen and her upper thighs slick. "No." Another pulse as she breathed the denial. The plea. "Don't."
Dallas gripped both wrists in one hand. The other trailed up her spine as he ground his leather-encased cock against her ass. "I know this is the game you want to play, but that's not how it works, honey. You don't get to skip straight to this. You're not ready."
She had to bite her lip to hold back a cry of sheer frustration. He not only craved her submission to his touch, he had to define exactly how she gave it to him--and her clumsy offerings always seemed to be wrong. "Then can I get up now?"
"No." He stroked her back. "I want to fuck you, just like this. I wanna hold you down and ride you so damn deep we're both screaming for mercy. You don't have to beg. You don't even