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He stepped back a bit, eyes burning with desire as he aimed the water between my legs. I cried out, my knees weakening as he teased me, the water pressure just right, sending pleasure coursing through me. I tried to move my hips, seeking more friction, but he held me still, his eyes never leaving mine as he tortured me with delight.
“You know I despise you, right?” The words were tough, but my voice was hoarse with need.
But he only smirked, turning the pressure up a notch, denying me the release I craved. My body was on fire, every nerve ending alive as he stood there, watching me squirm. It was torment, but I loved it. I wanted to come so badly, and he knew it.
Payback’s a bitch, but Jesus, did it feel good? Yes, it did. Until I couldn’t take it anymore. “Stop teasing me,” I demanded, my voice husky and desperate. I struggled against his hold, but it only made him smirk wider.
“No fucking way,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear.
His fingers joined the water, slipping inside me, matching the rhythm of the shower’s pulse. I cried out, my body tense as he filled me, the sensation overwhelming. He knew my body so well, knew just how to touch me to drive me wild.
I tried to push back against his hand, seeking more contact, needing to be filled further. But he held me firm, his other hand tightening on my wrists as he denied me the relief I craved.
“You’re so fucking needy.”
My only reply was to try to roll my hips against his hand.
“Revenge is a dish best served hot and wet. Don’t you think?”
“You’re such an ass.” Two could play at this game. I was sure I could hold out just long enough to annoy him. Like he could read my mind, Rhett pulled the shower head away from my clit, leaving me bereft.
“You want to be a good girl for me?”
Yes!“Fuck no.”
He reapplied the shower nozzle to my clit, and I widened my stance, trying to get more pressure. “You don’t get to come until you beg me.”
I almost sobbed when he tilted the nozzle away again. God, I needed to come.
“You gonna take my cock like a good girl, Scarlett?”
“Ye…yes!” I was losing my mind. “Just…”
“Use your manners.”
I loved it when he talked to me like that. And I was done playing. “Please fuck me, Rhett. I need your cock. Please, give it to me. Please,” I begged, my voice a whimper. “I need?—”
Replacing the shower nozzle, he grabbed a condom from the shelf and tore it open with his teeth. I watched him roll it on, my body quivering with need.
Then he was lifting me, his hands gripping my ass as my legs wrapped around his waist. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him down for a searing kiss. “Fuck me harder than you ever have before,” I demanded. “Make it count.”
And he did.
God, did he ever.
He thrust into me, claiming me with a feverish intensity that had me seeing stars. I felt deliciously full as he pounded into me; the water pattering against our skin, mixing with the sweat that glazed our bodies. Rhett’s breath was hot against my neck as he moved, his lips and teeth leaving marks on my skin.
“That’s it,' I panted, raking my nails down his back. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
His movements became more urgent as he drove into me again and again. I could feel the tension coiling inside me, building to an explosive peak. “Come for me, Scarlett,” he gritted out, his eyes burning into mine.
And I did, crying out as the pleasure washed over me, my body shaking with the force of it. But he wasn’t done. He kept going, his thrusts relentless as he drove me to a second climax. I buried my face in his neck, screaming his name as the pleasure ripped through me again.
He found my mouth with his, kissing me deeply as he rode out my release. Rhett’s hands slid up my back, pulling me even closer as he found a new rhythm, slower now, but no less intense.
“Not done with you yet,” he breathed, his voice hoarse. “Gonna make you come again.”
I grinned against his lips because I fucking loved it when he got all dominant like this. It was like he sensed when I needed to be pushed, testing my limits, taking control when I needed it most.