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I should stop—I need to stop, I thought to myself as my fingers began their work. Our eyes met between my thighs and a feral smile crawled onto his lips.

I fucking hated him.

I fucking wanted him.

I didn’t stop. No, instead, I slipped my fingers inside of me, riding them as I put pressure on my clit.

My eyes stayed locked on his as he took one cautionary step toward me. The voyeurism of it was sickening—was . . . intoxicating.

My flesh pulsed against the air as an involuntary moan slipped from my lips. He reached his hand out beside him, hooking his fingers onto the lip of the door and pushed it shut.

The room fell dark, the candlelight casting shadows that danced across my skin as he inched toward me, each step more greedy and alert than the last.

“Don’t youdare,” I snarled only seconds before another moan tore from my lungs.

He halted, clenching his teeth and balling his fists as a low, wanting growl sounded from his throat. His gaze was like a brand, burning into me with an intensity that made my desire and hate braid together in my stomach.

My breathing grew more ragged with each passing second, my heart pounding in my ears as I pushed myself closer and closer to the edge.

Pleasure shot through every nerve ending in my body as I plunged a second finger inside me and cried out from the sheer ecstasy it sent spiraling through my limbs. My back bowed toward the ceiling as I raced toward my release.

Dukovich’s eyes locked onto mine once again, his gaze filled with a mixture of restraint and lust that sent need coursing through my blood. He took another quick step toward me, and before I could stop myself words were flying from my mouth.

“Kneel,” I hissed, my eyes searing into his. He stared back at me for a long moment. “Kneel.” It was a command this time, and he obeyed—lowering himself to his knees only feet away from me.

I felt a surge of confidence and control flow over my body.

It was my turn to torture him.

My heart raced as I held his gaze, refusing to back down. His eyes were pitch black with desire—a starving animal ready to devour its prey. His hands reached up to his shoulders, his fingers wrapping around the fabric of his tunic as he pulled it over his head and the breath hitched in my throat at the sheer beauty of him.

Scars like my own littered his body, strewn underneath a tattoo that covered every inch of his chest—his shoulders. My eyes snapped back to his to see the hunger there had only intensified.

“Crawl to me,” I breathed as my nipples hardened against the arousal flooding my veins.

A muscle ticked in his jaw as he placed his palms on the cold floor. Inch by agonizing inch, he crawled toward the bed—towardme—like a beast stalking its quarry. The coiled power in his muscles, the dark intensity radiating from him—it set my fucking blood on fire.

He reached the edge of the bed, his shoulders heaving with each breath as he knelt before me. I pressed my foot against his muscular chest, his fingers wrapping around my ankle as his lips brushed over my skin.

I pulled away from his gaze and shifted on the bed, spreading my legs further apart as I let my head fall back. I closed my eyes, reveling in the power I felt knowing how desperately he was trying to control himself, how hard he was watching me pleasure myself—knowing that one word from me and he would be buried inside of me in an instant.

A gasp left my throat, my body shattering at the thought, as my orgasm finally hit me like a bolt of lightning scorching my veins. My body shook with each pulse that wracked me, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out.

My chest heaved, my breathing heavy as the aftermath of pleasure settled into my bones.

Knowing he was there, knowing that he had just watched only heightened the arousal I still felt. My clit ached, begging for more as I slid my hands over my thighs, leaving remnants of my orgasm glistening in their wake.

“You look so beautiful when you come, love,” Dukovich whispered, his voice a husky rasp as he lowered his lips to myinner thigh and dragged his tongue over the path my fingers had just traced.

A low animalistic growl rumbled from his chest as he tasted the essence of me, his eyes connecting with mine. “I am going to devour you.”

“Then shut up and fucking do it.”

He didn’t hesitate.

His tongue delved between my legs, lapping up every bit of my arousal with long, firm strokes that sent my head falling back on a gasp. Pleasure ripped through me as he nipped at my clit, stoking the inferno raging inside me.

I wanted to hate this—neededto hate this. Hate how fucking good this felt.