Dungeon Games (Masters and Mercenaries #6.5)(28)

He dragged her against his body, pressing his pelvis to her, letting her feel just how much he wanted her. He wanted to burn away that dream in the hot depths of her body. Karina could handle it. Karina could take his rough impulses. She might even f*cking like them.

“Give over to me,” he whispered against her lips. “Give me everything you have. Let me in.”

Into more than just her *. In that moment, he wanted to drive into her soul, to make a place for himself there, a home that he never had to leave.

He hauled her up, lifting her like she weighed nothing. He pulled her against his chest, gripping her ass so she had nowhere to go. Her legs dangled for half a second before coming around his waist. It was one easy move to shift and shove her against the wall of her bedroom, grinding down on her clit. That was her sweet spot. She moaned and groaned when he pushed on that little jewel. What the hell would she do when he sucked on it?

He pressed her against the wall, his pelvis hard on hers. So f*cking good. He wanted to drown in her.

Her legs wound around his waist. It would be easy, so easy, to push that little T-shirt she was wearing up. He could drag her panties down and let his cock free. He didn’t want easy. He wanted long and hard. He wanted it to last all f*cking night.

He wanted to never think about anything but Karina again.

He pressed against her, lighting his whole body up. He kissed her, dominating her the way he’d always wanted to. His mouth pushed against hers, pressing in and taking control. She submitted, sweetly flowering open for his tongue. He took advantage, dancing against hers in a silky glide, so relieved when her tongue moved, joining him.

She was open and willing. She filled him with joy, with f*cking happiness, because he’d never had a woman like her. Need rose hard and fast—the need to slip a collar around her throat so she couldn’t run when she realized he wasn’t worth it.

He kissed her hard and long. So warm. So sweet. So f*cking gorgeous.

He needed to be inside her, needed to taste her on his tongue. Needed to know he’d given her crazy pleasure. He walked the two steps it took to get to her bed and tossed her gently down. She landed on her back, and he could see how her nipples poked against the fabric of her shirt.

“Spread your legs for me.” He needed her to want him. Needed her to spread herself for his pleasure.

She didn’t hesitate. He’d expected her to, had almost expected her to argue, but she simply moved her legs farther apart. She simply opened herself to him, giving him access to all her sweet spots.

Fuck. She wasn’t wearing panties. Her * was right there, spread wide for him to see and she was already wet. His cock was so damn hard, but he wasn’t going to give in yet. The f*cker had waited this long, it could wait a little longer. He needed to prove something to her, to himself. He needed to prove to her that he had some semblance of control and he needed to prove to himself that she wasn’t going to taste as good as he thought she would. She couldn’t possibly.

He dropped to his knees, grasping her ankles and dragging her to the edge of the bed. Silky smooth skin caressed his fingertips and he could smell her. He breathed it in, reveling in the scent of her arousal. The petals of her sex were already coated, her labia a gorgeous coral shade.

“You want me.”

“I know I shouldn’t,” she whispered back.

He couldn’t think of all the reasons why this was a bad idea. Right now it seemed like the best f*cking thing that had ever happened to him. With the exception of his career, he’d rambled through life ever since coming home from the war. He’d taken the pleasures he’d been offered, but he hadn’t wanted, really wanted anything until he’d seen Karina. It might not last, but he would take it. He would take this passion and enjoy it because he felt alive for the first time in forever.

And hungry. So f*cking hungry for her.

“I’ll make you forget. All the reasons this is a bad idea—you won’t remember them when I’m done with you.” With shaky hands, he touched her, sliding his fingers through the soft skin of her sex. He ran the pad of his thumb over her clitoris and she jumped. Karina moaned and pressed up against him, trying to force him to rub her harder.

Pure pleasure coursed through him because she was going to make this so much sweeter for him. He flipped her over and immediately laid a quick two smacks to that gorgeous ass.

She whimpered, an entirely sexy sound. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t…It’s been a long time, Sir.”

Did she think being polite would make him go easy on her? Sweet little brat. “Who’s in charge, Karina?”

“You are, Sir.” Her answer came out in a breathy huff that made his cock jump.

He would prefer Master, but he hadn’t come close to earning that yet. “I am. I’m in charge of this. I’m in charge of your pleasure. I’ll give it to you, but you have to trust me.” He leaned over and kissed the places he’d just smacked. “I’m going to turn you back over and you’re going to be still for me. Do I need to tie you down?”

“No. I’ll stay still. I’ll be good.”

“I will tie you down, Karina. Eventually I’m going to truss you up like the pretty bird you are and I’ll have you any way I want you. But I want you to obey me on your own tonight.” What he didn’t say was why. He didn’t want to tie her down tonight because he wanted her arms around him, her legs squeezing him tight when he entered her. He flipped her back over, confident she would obey. “Be good or the next time it’s going to be twenty and I’ll make you count it out. Neither one of us wants that.”