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“Take me,” she whispered. “Show me everything.” Then, just to make sure there was no misunderstanding, she leaned forward again, put her face into the crook of his neck, and sank her teeth into him. Hard enough to hurt, but not enough to puncture through the skin.
The feral sound that rumbled out of him should have frightened her. He sounded like a wild animal and instead of trying to run, she was welcoming it. Embracing it.
Suddenly, they were moving, and before she could get her bearings, she realized he was hurrying up the stairs toward her room. She smirked to herself as she attacked his neck again. His pulse pounded under mouth, and she felt triumph rush through her.
Rogue wasn’t calm, and she was ready to see just what she had signed up for.
CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
ROGUE
He was out of control, and he knew he needed to pull back, but the only thing he could think of was claiming Scarlett. Marking her. Feeling her pulse around him as he took her to the edge repeatedly. She was his to do with as he pleased now, and it was exhilarating and humbling.
When he got to her room, he slammed the door behind them before moving towards her bed. He didn’t look around the room, because he didn’t care. He wanted her naked.Now.
He pulled her from around him and tossed her on the bed. She let out a cry of surprise, but he didn’t pay it any attention. “Undress. Now.” He was on edge and he would shred her clothes if he was the one to take them off of her. He needed to feel her skin against his as soon as possible. Craved it like an addict.
Thankfully, she did as ordered and quickly stripped out of her top. He watched her as he kicked his boots off and shucked his cut and shirt, tossing them on a small chair in the corner of the room. He took in the pale tone of her skin, the way her breasts moved and swayed with her movements. They weren’t huge, but they were definitely a perfect handful. Her nipples were a dusty rose, hard and pointed as she bent down and stripped off her pants and underwear.
Her waist was slim, her belly a little soft, and her hips rounded down to smooth thighs and legs. Between them was a neatly trimmed patch of curls a couple of shades lighter than those on the top of her head. Even from here he could see she was wet, and he had to force himself to hold back from striding forward to taste her. He needed to get back under control or he was going to scare her.
He unbuttoned his jeans and slowly lowered the zipper, careful not to catch himself. Her eyes watched him hungrily as he pushed his jeans to the floor, stepping out of them. She licked her lips as she stared at his cock. The hunger in her eyes was almost his undoing. He brought his hand to his cock and stroked it slowly. “On your back on the bed,” he ordered, voice sounding harsh, but he was hanging on by a thread. Weeks of pent up frustration beat at him. “Legs spread. Show me what’s mine.”
Scarlett quickly moved to do as ordered, but when she was on her back, she held his gaze as she slowly,oh so slowly, pulled her knees up and opened her thighs, bracing her feet on the mattress. He growled low in his throat, watching her. She was teasing him and while he was enjoying it, it was stretching his control. “Like this?” she purred, her left hand holding her leg down and open, while the other moved towards her center.
“No touching,” he ordered, stepping closer to the bed. “You don’t get to touch what’s mine without my permission, Scarlett. Do you understand?”
The defiance in her eyes was quick, before she slowly nodded, moving her hand away. He wanted to smile. She might want to submit, but she was still going to fight it. Exactly how he wanted. He didn’t want her to submit fully until she was ready, but he was going to push her. “Yes, Sir,” she purred.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, as he climbed onto the bed. Before she could react, he brought his hand down sharply on her pussy, making her cry out in shock. “Insolence will only get you spanked, Scarlett,” he warned her, quickly gripping her wrist and moving it back when she moved to cover herself. “Sometimes your ass, and sometimes, this pretty little pussy.” He gave her another quick slap, not too hard, and she mewled and tried to arch her body away from the sting. He held in place.
“That hurt,” she pouted, glaring at him.
Ah yes, there was her spirit. “It was supposed to,” he said mildly. “But you liked it, didn’t you, my little minx? You liked the sting and then the burn.” She remained silent. “Answer me, Scarlett.” Still nothing. He nearly chuckled but held it back. Oh yes, he was going to enjoy this very much. He quickly slapped her again, just a little bit harder, making her cry out in shock. “Answer me, Scarlett,” he repeated, voice soft and silky.
She swallowed hard, and he saw the flush on her face. Her eyes were wide, shocked, but full of desire. His little minx did indeed like this, but she was still battling with herself. Finally she slowly nodded. “Yes, I like it,” she whispered.
“Louder.” He slapped her again, careful not to hit too hard.
“Yes,” she cried. “Oh, fuck.” She trembled underneath him and he could see the panic in her gaze as she looked at him.
“Good girl,” he praised, letting go of her wrists. She instantly calmed, his words soothing her. “When I ask you something, I expect an answer, Scarlett, or I’m going to make sure you give it to me.” There was a warning in his words.
She flushed. “That doesn’t seem so bad when I’m the one who gets the pleasure,” she taunted.
He chuckled darkly, giving her a slow smile. She lost her own, and she stared up at him, apprehension filling her face. “You think you’re going to defy me to get your own pleasure, baby?” he taunted, moving slowly over her, until his shaft pressed against her wet heat, and his face was over hers. “That’s not how this works. You see, I know how to pleasure you for hours, never letting you come. Not until you’re begging and sobbing for me to let you orgasm. Nothing would give me greater pleasure than to have you on edge until you finally submit. Until you admit that you are not the one in charge.” He ground his shaft against her clit, sliding it against the pleasure point just enough to give her the sensation, but not the friction she needed.
“Rogue,” she hissed, arching into the movement.
“Who’s in charge, Scarlett?” he whispered, leaning down to swirl his tongue around a hard nipple. “Tell me.”
She shuddered when he blew a cool breath over the hard peak. “You,” she gasped. “You are.”
“That’s right,” he chuckled triumphantly. Then he took her nipple into his mouth and sucked it hard. She cried out in shock and surprise, body grinding against his shaft and trying to push her breast further into his mouth. He pulled his mouth away and gave the other the same treatment.
She was soaking his cock, and he had to keep a tight grip on his control to keep from plunging into her. When he finally lifted his mouth, he looked up and saw that her eyes were closed, mouth slack with pleasure. He smirked and bit down on the fleshy part of her left breast, making her eyes fly open in shock, and her body rear up. She squealed, and he chuckled as he released her. “What the fuck?” she hissed, glaring at him.
“Just making sure you have a few little spots to remember me by,” he taunted.
