Beneath These Scars (Beneath #4)(45)

“I said, get on your knees. Was I not clear?” Power surged through me. “I want your face between my legs.”

“Oh, Yve.” Titan wrapped his fist around the waistband of my panties. “I think you’re forgetting who’s in charge here.” He tugged and they snapped.

The heat that had already been pooling between my legs turned molten. “Just get on your knees, Titan. Maybe then we’ll see if you can make me beg.”

To my shock, he complied. He tossed my panties to the side, pressed his hands to the counter on either side of my hips, and lowered himself to the floor in front of me.

He was tall, and the counter put me at the perfect height. Titan knocked my flip-flops off and lifted my feet one at a time so they were pressed flat on the glass and I was spread wide—no secrets left. My balance shifted and I rocked back.

“Hold on,” he said, rising up momentarily to wrap my palms around the edge of the counter by my feet. When he had me situated how he wanted me, he lowered his mouth to my center—and didn’t hold back.

Lips, teeth, tongue. He tasted me, feasted on me, and within minutes I was writhing on the checkout counter of my store.

Usually I didn’t come easily. With most men, I had to force myself into the moment and push away any distractions. But with Titan, I shot straight to the edge of no return every time without difficulty.

I started to moan. “I’m—”

“Going to beg,” he finished as he pulled his mouth away and his tongue left my clit.

“Why are you stopping?” My words came out on harsh, panting breaths, and my frustration was impossible to miss.

“Because you’re not begging yet.”

“Get back down there and finish the job, damn it.”

Titan’s hands slid up my thighs, coasting and gripping until he spread my * lips and lowered his mouth again.

My body breathed a sigh of relief until he stopped an inch away.

“Beg me to eat this beautiful * until you come.”

“Go to hell!”

He shifted, sliding a finger inside me.

Oh. God. I needed more. Right now. I was hanging on the edge and didn’t want to lose my grip on this orgasm. It was huge, intense, and so, so close.

“Just—”

“Ask me nicely, Yve.”

“I hate you,” I swore.

“This has nothing to do with hate and everything to do with dominance. We laid out the rules of this little game, and you agreed. I came tonight at your whim, and I fulfilled my side of the bargain. I told you what you have to do. Just give me one damn word and I’ll give you what you want.”

“Go to—”

He thrust a second finger inside me, twisting and crooking them to hit my G-spot.

“Oh my God.” I was tumbling toward the edge. He wouldn’t be able to stop me, couldn’t hold me back. I’d get what I needed from Titan and . . .

He pulled his fingers out and stepped away. No part of him was touching any part of me, and I wanted to scream.

“You’re such an *,” I said, releasing my grip on the counter and reaching for my clit.

“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 f*cking 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.