I keep my fingers working between my thighs, slow at first, letting the slick rhythm build until the tension in my belly coils tighter. I don’t look away from him. I want him to see exactly what I’m doing, to feel it in his chest like a blow he didn’t see coming. Every breath I take is shallow now, tinged with pleasure and defiance, and when I let a soft whimper slip past my lips, I do it on purpose.
That’s what does it.
In a blur of movement, he’s on me.
His hands grab my thighs and lift me off the floor like I weigh nothing at all. A surprised gasp escapes me as my chest hits his chest and the world shifts. I feel the tension in every inch of him, from the way his fingers dig into my skin to the furious rhythm of his heartbeat thudding against my spine.
“You still want to play games,
