Page 109 of 10 Rings I Hate About You
I was already beginning to wonder what else I didn’t know about myself.
What else he might find.
“Spread that pussy open for me, and show me what you like,” he said. “I want to watch.”
There was a version of me, thirty minutes ago, who might have hesitated. But that version was long gone.
I let my hand travel down, dipped my fingers inside to gather the evidence of how much I wanted this, and brought them up to circle around the edges of my clit. My hips rolled forward on instinct. I kept teasing myself, kept circling, building it deliberately.
I sensed his eyes on me, watching me with the same attention he gave everything, and somehow that made it better. Sharper. Like being watched by him meant something.
“Tell me,” he said. “How much pressure do you like?”
“Light at first.” My breath was already unsteady. “Then when the tension builds, I need it harder, faster. God, Marc, it feels so good.”
He made a low sound of acknowledgement, and I heard him take a step closer to the bed as though he couldn’t help himself.That small loss of control—the fact that he was being pulled toward me against his better intentions—sent a spike of heat throughout my whole body.
I moved faster. My legs trembled. Everything narrowed to a single bright point.
“Stop.”
I whined. An actual freaking whine. “No.”
“Delaney.” His tone was final.
“But I’m right there?—”
“I know.” Something in his voice that might have been satisfaction had me doing as he commanded. “That’s why I had you stop.”
I dropped my head back against the pillow and my hand by my side as I focused very hard on not finishing what I’d started. “You had better,” I said to the ceiling, “have an excellent reason for this.”
“Brats with attitudes aren’t rewarded, Delaney.”
I stared at him, contemplating what he said.
Maybe I was a brat if the dark look of warning he gave me about possible consequences unless I complied had my clit throb and my nipples tighten. “Oh really? Then what do they get?”
“They’re punished, Hart.” A slow, sexy smirk tugged at his lips as he made direct eye contact with me, while he took off his glasses.
His words stunned me. I had no idea that under the shy professor exterior was a dirty, talking, slutty glasses-wearing Dominant. And I fucking loved it.
“Holy shit, Kingsley. Are you trying to kill me?” I was about to combust at that sexy little move with his glasses. Damn it. Heknewthey were my kryptonite. Didn’t he?
“So, what will it be? Are you going to be my good fucking girl or continue to be a fucking brat?”
“I think I’ll take my chances, Kingsley.” I held his gaze.
A low chuckle spilled from his lips, the only warning I had before he reached for my ankles and yanked me to the edge of the bed.
I yelped.
He threw my legs over his shoulder. “As you wish, Hart.”
Chapter Nineteen
MARC
Isettled myself between her thighs and felt more than heard the hitch in her breath—that sharp little intake she probably didn’t even know she made. Her back arched off the mattress like her body was already answering a question I hadn’t yet asked.
