“Oh no, you don’t.” Titan wrapped a hand around my wrist and held my fingers just above where I wanted them. “The only person making you come tonight is me. And all you have to do is say, Please, Lucas, let me come. That’s all, Yve.”
It was like staring into the face of the devil while he offered you what you most wanted in exchange for the low, low price of your self-respect.
The battle for dominance waged on as we glared at each other, and I expected my need to slip away, like water cupped in two hands. But it didn’t.
Titan’s burning green gaze on mine kept me on the edge. I needed to go over. I needed this.
“I hate you,” I said again. This time, the words carried less heat and more frustration.
“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”
I squeezed my eyes shut and opened my mouth to speak.
“Look at me when you say it,” he ordered.
My eyes snapped open, and I enunciated each word clearly, but through gritted teeth. “Please, Titan, let me come.”
Triumph lit his face, but I ceased caring because he wrapped my hand around the edge of the counter and growled, “Hold on,” before he lowered his mouth to my clit and thrust one finger, and then a second, inside me.
Moments.
It took only moments before my orgasm ripped through me, shattering my better judgment and my inhibitions. His name echoed off the walls of the store as I came.
I’d just started to float down off the high of my orgasm when Titan stood, gripped me again by the hips, and flipped me over onto my stomach on the counter.
“What—”
“I can’t fucking look at a countertop these days, especially not in my own damn kitchen, without wanting you naked and bent over it.”
I heard the tearing of a condom packet, and the heat that had just begun to fade spiked to an even higher degree. I remembered the feel of Titan pushing his thick cock into me, stretching me, taking me.
As much as I should have hated it, I’d loved it.
He was confident, commanding, and while he pushed my buttons, he didn’t trigger any of my freak-outs. It made absolutely no sense, but I wasn’t going to question it. Because right now, I was going to get the repeat performance I’d been fantasizing about for days.
“Speak now, or my cock is going to be inside you in less than two seconds.”
“Hurry up. Two seconds is too long,” I shot back.
A hot palm pressed to the small of my back, and I arched at the contact. He seated the head of his cock against my entrance, and I pushed back, wanting him inside me, but the hand on my back held me in place.
I felt his breath on my ear before I heard his words. “I decide how, Yve. How hard I take you. How many times I fuck you. How many times you come. You get me?”
“Yes, goddamn it!”
“Good girl.”
His teeth closed over my earlobe as he pressed inside me. I’d expected hard and fast, but what I got was slow, delectable, and mind-blowing. Once he was buried to the hilt, Titan straightened. He wrapped one hand around each of my hips and started to move.
Every slide of his body into mine lit up all the pleasure centers in my brain. It was like Titan’s cock had a magical locator system that pinpointed my G-spot and hit it repeatedly.
And this explained why I remembered his kitchen countertop so fondly and frequently—it had been some of the best sex of my life. Maybe the best.
“Are you going to be thinking of me fucking you right here, when you’re ringing up customers tomorrow? Are you going to remember how tight your pussy was wrapped around my cock and how loud you screamed my name?”
Before his voice and his words had been a distraction from getting to the edge where I could fling myself over into oblivion, but now, Lucas Titan’s voice had become a trigger all by itself. His dirty words pushed me faster and harder toward the point of no return.
“Answer me, Yve. Tell me you’re going to remember this.”
“Yes, damn it. Now make me come.”
“You know the rules, sweetheart. You’re going to ask me like a good little girl.”
“I should tell you to go fuck yourself.”
“But I like fucking you so much more.”
“Bastard.”
“Gorgeous, stubborn woman.”
His words—more flattering than condescending—pushed me even closer to the breaking point.
“Hold on,” he said, then shifted positions and pulled me back off the counter so he could slide a hand under and reach my clit.
“Oh my God.” I moaned the instant he made contact. I wouldn’t last much longer. Not between the angle of his cock dragging against my G-spot and this added mind-blowing pleasure.
“You know what you need to do,” he reminded me without slowing his thrusts, and now adding the most exquisite kind of pressure.
My eyes fluttered shut and my body clamped down on him. I was so close. And then he stilled.
“Please,” I cried.