Page 62 of Only for Him

I feel like a prize.

And I know he’s not lying to me when he says there are no other women.

And goddammit, I’m fuckingflattered.

Heat flares in my belly, then shame dumps ice-water on it.

What is wrong with me?

“Did you know?” He nods his head at the door where Arata is on the other side. “That man has a crush on you. You used that to get in here where you’re not allowed. Clever, yes. But I thought I made myself clear, little viper.”

My stomach drops at the threat.

He leans in until his lips and voice brush at my ear. “Didn’t my punishment teach you to take me seriously?”

The strength saps from my legs, and if it isn’t for his body pinning me in place, I would’ve fallen on my knees. I wonder which part was the punishment: breaking and entering, or giving me the best orgasm of my life without even using his hands?

I’ve always thought hypnotists are nothing but cruise-ship hacks, but right now he’s got me fully entranced. Theboom-doomof his heart against my ribs are a metronome, the slow aching grind of his hips and cock are the sliding weight of a metronome. And my body is the swinging arm moving in time to his demands.

One roll, then another.

I don’t want him to stop.

“You don’t get to be jealous at anyone because of me.” I finally find my way back towards language, determined not to let him takethataway from me, too.

He’s already taken my dignity, my sanity, and my God-given right to denial.

“You don’t get to pretend this is anything but you terrorizing me.” I add.

His mouth twitches as it nibbles at my naked earlobe. “Do you feel terrorized right now, little viper?”

“Fuck you.” I breathe as his lips start moving lower towards the place where my jaw meets my ear, and his tongue starts drawing dark delicious circles on my skin.

I should tell him to stop. I should tell him that he got lucky last night because he caught me by surprise. That it won’t happen again. But if that’s true, then I shouldn’t be standing still like this while his mouth laves my neck and his hard cock prods me again and again.

This isn’t a one-off case of crossed wires. It’s a full-on rewiring of my circuitry.

Have I always been this way? Have I just been waiting my whole life forhimto come along and prove just how fucked up I am? Or is he reprogramming me with each encounter?

His tongue gives my neck one final gentle swirl and he pulls back. His smile is razor slow and maddening. It holds all the beautiful ruin of a New York winter: black ice, broken windows, something you know you should hate but can’t leave behind.

And both of us know that he’s won yet again.

“Don’t worry, little viper.” He runs his thumb across his lower lip and rubs it, as if he’s smearing my essence into his skin. “You’ll have the chance to do just that. You just have to prove that you deserve it.”

Anger stalls me long enough to breathe. That cocky bullshit is cheap and insulting. I glare at him, refusing to give him one more inch.

My body is stiff with the effort it takes not to let him wrap me up in those impossibly strong arms and eat me alive.

I give up,part of me pleads.You can have me. Possess me. Make me your pet. I’ll be anything you want. Just don’t stop doing this.

But I find enough strength inside to resist. Just a little while longer.

“Deserve it?” I hiss.

“Yes, little viper,” he whispers. If I’m as far away as I should be, I won’t be able to hear him. “Because you don’t deserve it right now. No matter how sweet your desire smells.”

He cocks his head slightly, delicious shadows in his eyes, chin rugged as it tilts downward. Like he can hear my desperate thoughts. The heady scent of him, those blue eyes locking me in place, and the heat of his body… All of it warms me against the evidence locker’s chill.