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He tugs on my hair, and while it hurts a little, a delighted giggle slips out of me. I fucking found his weak spot. I’m not powerless.
I lick my lips and smooth my thumb over his tip, smearing the precum. He’s so ready. “Come on, baby, fuck your wife like the dirty little slut she is.”
With a growl, he releases my hair and takes five steps away, chest heaving.
I’m so close to making him lose control. He wants to be in charge, but how much teasing can he withstand? I slip my finger between my thighs, keeping my eyes on him as I caress my clit.
“Are you scared?” I ask, voice trembling with need.
“Don’t play games you’re not ready for.”
“I’ve been ready, Mace,” I murmur, placing one foot on the counter so he can have a better view as I slide two fingers inside of me.
He watches me, eyes darkening and nostrils flaring. “Rose is having a party tonight for the twins’ birthday.”
I scowl at him. “Talking about other women while I’m fucking myself is a good way for you to die.”
Smiling at my words, he drifts his gaze up to meet mine. “Be ready at eight.”
The bastard leaves me on the counter, fingers still inside of myself and chest alight with fury.This. Mother. Fucker.
I’m properly pissed off by the time we arrive at Rose and Dare’s home in Hudson Yards. What’s a woman have to do to get laid? Not to mention, I’m starting to feel a little rejected. If not for the copious amounts of praise he lavishes on me every morning, I’d probably be feeling pretty used, but I know this is some type of power play. Some way for Mace to bring me under his thumb.
I pointedly ignored him on the car ride over, and he lets me simmer in my rage as he reads through emails I’ve already read. So far, the spyware hasn’t uncovered anything useful, but it’s day one. With time, there will be something.
There wasn’t enough time to get an extravagant gift, so I settled on some flowers and copies of my favorite book. Analise and Emmie, Dare’s sisters, are super sweet, but I don’t mind corrupting them with dark fantasy romance.
The driver drops us off at the front. Mace slides out, turns, and offers me his hand. There are a few things I learned at a young age as a girl with big boobs. Some men are fucking idiots over tits, but sometimes, that’s to my advantage. I may or may not have worn this dress with a deep v-cut for a reason. The soft material rides up my thighs as I scoot across the seat, holding the flowers and gift bags, and as planned, Mace’s gaze drops to my legs.
Hiding my smirk, I gaze up at him with doe eyes while perched on the edge of the seat. His focus goes where I want it and the shadows in his gaze thicken. That’s right, Mace. I’ve got your number.
“See something you like?” I rasp, tipping my head to the side so my hair brushes over the top of my breasts.
He looks away, jaw clenching in annoyance at being caught.
Delight bursts in my chest. I bite my cheek to hold in a laugh and stand. Since my hands are full, he holds on to myforearm as I rise, helping me find my balance in my heels. This time, he watches me with a guarded expression, eyes glinting in challenge.
“Playing games?” he asks.
“Asking you to fuck me isn’t a game,” I say with a sigh. “But if you can’t do the job...” I trail off and move to sidestep him.
His hand falls to my hip.
Heat radiates from the spot, spreading through my veins. My pulse flickers and I turn my head, biting my lip and batting my eyelashes.
Mace narrows his eyes. “Don’t start.”
“Or what?”
“I’ll fuck you in their bathroom and make sure everyone knows how well you take my dick.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” I say with an eye roll.
The pads of his fingers tighten on my hip, and he pulls me closer, his mouth finding the shell of my ear. “I’m going to enjoy making you scream.”
A shiver rolls down my spine, but history repeats itself, and I doubt Mace will take me for the first time in a bathroom. Still, the idea sends a thrill through my body. Let’s see how far I can push him tonight. The expression I’m wearing gives him pause. He searches my face and shakes his head.
“Don’t be mad when I give you exactly what you think you want.”