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Heat pooled low in my belly at the dark promise in his words. Part of me wanted to put him in his place. But the larger part, the part that had been starving for his touch for far too long, yearned to submit to whatever deliciously wicked punishment he had in mind.
I curled my fingers into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer until our bodies were flush against each other. My nipples pebbled, brushing against the hard planes of his chest with every ragged breath I took.
“How about you tell me?” My voice was a husky rasp that I barely recognized as my own.
Rhett’s lips quirked into that infuriatingly sexy smirk that never failed to make my heart stutter. “I’m going to fuck you three ways to Sunday.” His large hand slid down to grip my ass, giving it a firm squeeze that had me arching into him with a soft whimper.
The elevator dinged, but neither of us moved. I was lost in the heated promise flickering in Rhett’s darkened gaze, my core clenching with need. “That sounds like a lot of fucking. You’d better make a start,” I breathed, the words a daring challenge.
A low snarl rumbled from Rhett’s chest as he claimed my mouth in a searing kiss that left me dizzy. His tongue swept past my parted lips, stroking and exploring with a hungry intensity that stole my breath. I fisted my hands in his hair, holding him to me, giving as good as I got.
When he finally wrenched his mouth from mine, we were both panting harshly. His pupils were blown wide with lust, his jaw ticking with barely restrained hunger. “Be careful what you wish for, my girl,” he ground out in a voice made rough with desire. “I just might give you more than you can handle.”
With that, he gripped my hand and tugged me out of the elevator, leaving me flushed and throbbing with desperate, aching need. I had no idea what I’d just unleashed, but I couldn’t fucking wait to find out.
I let Rhett pull me into his living room, my pulse thundering with a heady mix of anticipation and trepidation.
His eyes blazed with an intensity that stole my breath as he dragged me into his arms. The heat rolling off him in waves had me flushed and aching.
“You’ve been a very bad girl, Scarlett.” Pressing me up against the back of the couch, he leaned in until his lips were a whisper from mine, his warm breath fanning across my tingling skin. “Do you know what I do with bad girls?”
A shiver of delight oozed down my spine. Part of me wanted to be defiant, to challenge him, but I was well past that. I tilted my chin up, holding his smoldering gaze. “Punish them?”
His lips curved into that sinful smile that never failed to make my toes curl. “That’s right.” He brushed his lips lightly across mine, teasing me. “Bad girls get punished.”
With those words, he reached for the top of my blouse and, in one movement, ripped it open. I whimpered. I’m not proud of it, but what are you gonna do? Shoving the shirt off my shoulder, he kissed me again, dropping my shirt to the floor and unclipping my bra all in one smooth movement. His tongueswept between my lips, stroking and exploring with hungry intensity until I was dizzy. “Naked. Now,” he said against my lips. I toed my shoes off and hurriedly shimmy out of my skirt, stepping out of it when it pooled at my feet.
He hauled me against him and I clutched at the hard muscles of his shoulders, pulling him closer.
When he finally tore his mouth from mine, we were both panting harshly, and he’d somehow removed my panties. His eyes were dark with primal need. “On your knees,” he rasped in a tone that there was no arguing with.
My core clenched with anticipation and I sank obediently to my knees in front of him.
Rhett’s large hand cupped the back of my head, his fingers threading through my hair. His other hand drifted to the bulge straining against the front of his pants as he gazed down at me with scorching intensity. I knew exactly what he was telling me to do, so I reached up and unbuckled his pants, sliding my hand in and wrapping my fingers around his rock hard cock.
“Open,” he ordered. I parted my lips, already quivering for him. Fuck, the way he groaned deep in his chest as he guided himself into my waiting mouth almost undid me.
I swirled my tongue around him, tasting his arousal on my tongue. He threw his head back with a guttural curse. “Fuck, Scarlett. Your mouth feels so goddamn good.”
Desperate to please him, I hollowed my cheeks, increasing the suction, reveling in the way his hips jerked in response. His fingers tightened almost painfully in my hair as he began to move, thrusting in a steady rhythm that had me swallowing around him with each deep stroke.
This was what I’d been craving. Not just the physical joining, but this dark, primal give and take of pleasure and control. Rhett was unraveling me, his dominance stripping away all my inhibitions until I was nothing but raw need.
I whimpered around his thick length, the sound muffled but needy. Rhett’s hooded gaze found mine, holding me captive.
“You want more?” At my breathless nod, he tightened his grip and increased his pace, fucking my mouth with deep, hungry strokes that had me moaning. “Take it all, just like that. Such a good girl.”
His words seared me, branding me as his. I sank into the delicious possession, in surrendering myself so completely to him. I wanted to drown in his dark intensity, to let it sweep me away to that blissful place where nothing existed but his touch, his voice, his exquisite dominance.
My lashes fluttered closed as I gave myself over fully to the dizzying sensation of being claimed, owned, taken. Rhett’s movements grew more frantic until finally, with a harsh grunt, he exploded in hot pulses down my throat.
“Fuck,” he gritted out, still thrusting shallowly. “Swallow every drop, Scarlett. Show me what a good girl you can be.”
I did as commanded, sucking him through the final tremors of his release until he had to tug free with a hiss. He was barely done before hauling me up and into a melting hot kiss, groaning when he tasted himself on my tongue. Then he scooped me into his arms, striding towards what I assumed was his bedroom.
“Don’t think I’m done with you yet, my girl. The night is still young, and you’ve got a lot of punishment left.”
He dropped me onto the bed, his eyes raking over me as I lay sprawled before him.