“Do I meet your inspection?” I asked with a hint of sarcasm in my voice.
“You know precisely what your looks do for you.”
I did. Didn’t fucking hurt to hear his opinion though.
“Yes, but what do they do for you?”
He cocked an eyebrow. “Fishing for compliments?”
I huffed and took one step away from him, prepared to flee. “If you don’t want—”
But he snatched my wrist in his hand before I could get any farther away. “I do want.”
The action had been perfunctory. Not that Camden did anything without thinking. Still, he’d reacted on instinct.
He stepped closer to me, and I held my chin up. Never backing down.
“I don’t have to tell you that you’re beautiful for you to believe it. You don’t need to hear it from my lips to know that I think so.” He still touched nothing but that wrist, and I wanted more. “You belong to me now.”
“I belong to no one.”
“Ah, that is where you are wrong.” He reached for the other wrist, knotting them together. He jerked me forward another step. I met his gaze with defiance, even as my body pulsed. “You signed on the dotted line. You knew exactly what you were getting in the bargain. You’re mine.”
And the growl in his voice unmade me.
I was his. I’d signed my body away. I’d never been coy about it. He could have my body. Use it how he saw fit. But I’d never love him.
“Let’s get started,” he said, drawing his thumb across my painted bottom lip.
4
KATHERINE
Camden walked me backward, away from the wet bar and firmly into the living room, until my knees hit the armrest. He turned me around and pulled me flush against his chest.
“Tell me you want me.”
“No,” I said stubbornly.
He pressed a firm kiss on my neck. “Should I check to see if you’re lying?”
I gulped. I’d gotten hot just at his perusal of my body. If he moved his hand inside my panties, there was no way he wouldn’t find me slicked wet.
“Well?” he asked.
“It’s not you.”
“Oh?”
“It’s just … physical.”
“That’s want, love,” he told me as he dragged his finger over the inside hem of my thong. I closed my eyes as he teased me. “Should I feel?”
“No,” I blurted.
He froze. “No? Do you want me to stop?”
No. I didn’t want that at all. It wasn’t a no like that. It was a semblance of power. The control I felt slipping away. Camden had it all, and I just wanted a sliver. A part of my dignity to hold on to for afterward.
I clenched my jaw and forced the word out. “No.”
“No what?” he teased, nipping at my earlobe.
“Don’t stop.”
“As I thought.” He released my wrists finally. “Put your hands on the couch.”
It took every ounce of my will to shove my pride somewhere I wouldn’t have to look at it. Because, damn it, I bent over at the waist, shoving my ass against his lengthening cock, and braced myself against the couch.
“Better.”
Then and only then did he dip his hand inside my panties. I had to bite my tongue to stifle a groan at the first touch of his finger against my clit. Everything felt like it had been building up to this moment. And though I’d told myself that I wasn’t looking forward to it, my body sure told another story.
“So wet for me,” he growled.
“Yes,” I gasped as he dragged a finger through my slicked folds and drew it up to my clit.
“Oh, I do like when you use that word.” He removed his hand from my panties, and I protested, pushing my hips backward in want. He swatted at my ass, and I stopped moving. “I was going to say that you deserve a reward for being so good …”
I bit back the please that threatened to erupt out of me. Instead, red ran up my chest and neck at the thought of reward and even more … punishment.
“What do you think?”
“I … I won’t move,” I told him, hardly recognizing myself.
He patted my ass affectionately before dragging my panties over my narrow hips and down to the floor. His finger snagged on the garter around my thigh. He tugged it back and let it snap against my leg.
“I like this.” He did it again. “We’ll leave it on.”
Camden nudged my feet apart, and I stepped out of the thong, spreading myself wide for him. He could have thrust his hard cock deep inside of me at this angle. A perfect position for his taking, but he’d never go straight for the easy take. Not here. Not after everything.
Somehow, I was naked before him with nothing but a baby-blue garter and high heels while he was still entirely clothed. He couldn’t be comfortable in that tuxedo, but he made no move to remove it. And God, I wanted him to.
He dragged his hands up my inner thighs, starting at the knees and working upward. A finger skimmed along my waiting pussy before his hands grabbed my ass and squeezed I’d never had much of an ass, but he caressed it like it was the most magnificent thing he’d ever seen. Getting a full hold in both palms.
Then he spread my cheeks wide, completely opening me to him. My body reacted at the first touch of his finger sliding inside of me. I bucked backward, a groan escaping my lips. His free hand smacked my ass. He had one finger inside my pussy, and I was already half-crazed, wanting more, more, more.
“Don’t move,” he ordered.
I clenched my hands on the couch and tried to remain still. But it was hard. It was really hard. He was inspecting me, watching as he drew that single digit in and out, in and out. A second one was added, and I trembled all over. My knees were wobbly, and I could feel the first flush of an orgasm building within me.
“Do you like this?” He pushed into me harder, finger-fucking me as he would with his cock.
It took all my strength not to collapse forward. “Yes.”
“And what do you want?”
I clenched my jaw. I had no intention of answering him. He could tell from my body what I wanted. I was soaking wet already.
“Hmm,” he muttered and then withdrew his fingers.
I opened my mouth to protest, glancing backward to ask why he would torture me so. But then my jaw dropped. Camden Percy was on his knees behind me. A flush radiated through me at that thought. He was on his knees.
He widened my stance and then buried his face into my pussy. There was no way in hell I could hold back my moan. His tongue attacked my clit, licking and sucking and swirling around it. His hands grasped my ass and held me open for him. It was all I could do to hold on to the couch as his tongue ravaged me.
We had fucked many times. Always rough and fast and angry. So that when we were done, we were more furious with each other than when we’d started. Pissed off that we could take pleasure from one another, yet we found no pleasure in each other’s company. Fierce, raw moments of bliss and then pain and rage. There had never been another way. Not with us.
He’d certainly never fallen to his knees and eaten me out like I was a four-course meal. Who was this husband of mine? Could it be that under the layers of his tailored suit, there was an actual man inside? Not just a fire-breathing dragon.