Nix. (Den of Mercenaries Book 3)(50)

“Take off your dress,” he said in a tone that brokered no argument.

Kit had a tendency to demand things, always in that authoritative way that made her rush to comply, but now with lust threading through every word, it skipped her brain entirely and went right between her thighs.

As she spun to face him, she slowly pulled the straps down her arms, his tantalized gaze following every new inch of skin she exposed. She’d never felt power quite like this as he watched her without blinking.

Kit looked enraptured—and the sight of him like that was only made better by the rigid outline of his cock through his trousers.

When the dress slipped free of her hands and dropped to the floor, she was acutely aware that she stood in front of him in nothing more than lingerie while he was still fully dressed.

He seemed to make a decision in his head as he came forward, turning her until she was facing the bed and pushed her down onto it. There was only a second to catch herself on her hands before he was positioning her the way he wanted—her knees on the bed and slightly parted and her chest pressed flat against the bed with an encouraging hand in the center of her back pushing her down.

She should have been afraid for what he intended, knew she should be, but only excitement thrummed through her at the idea of what he planned to do to her.

There was a moment of suspended silence before Kit said, “Not all pain is bad.”

And as that dark promise hung between them, her fingers clenched harder around the sheets in her fists.

“It hurts,” he went on, “make no mistake, but it’s a good kind of pain.”

He was staring, she knew—she could practically feel his gaze burning a path down the curve of her back as his fingers followed the same route until he was at the curve of her backside, but he stopped there.

While the tips of his fingers dragged over the edges, he didn’t delve any further, ratcheting up the need she felt for him.

“You’re going to ache in the morning,” he promised on a whisper, “but it’s going to be a blissful f*cking ache, you understand? And when you feel it, I want you to think of me.”

His words didn’t startle her, instead they made the ache she was already feeling worse. “Please …”

“Please, what?”

Finally, finally, he ventured down further until she could just feel the slightest touch of his fingers against her covered sex—and when he pressed his fingers harder against her, the material of her panties rough but welcome, he groaned, a low sound that was enough to make her * contract.

“Don’t worry,” he said, rubbing his fingers there, drawing a breathless moan from her. “I’ll give you what you need.”

But as quickly as those words left his mouth, he was removing his touch entirely as he shifted and disappeared out of her sight.

“Manners maketh man, yes?”

She didn’t know what he was going on about, her mind clouded with lust as she concentrated more on the aching spot he’d left abandoned.

But when his hand cracked down on her ass, not hard enough to hurt, but with enough sting that she felt him there, Luna was quick to nod.

“Then use your manners, mi peque?a luna,” he said, finally working his fingers along the edge of her panties and started to pull them down.

The kiss of air on her exposed sex had an appreciative sound reverberating in his chest. Could he see the proof of her desire for him? Could he see just how wet she was?

“I have remarkable patience,” he noted and she could almost hear the smile in his voice. “I’ll keep you like this all night.”

“Kit, please …”

“Please, what?” he asked and she felt his fingers now sliding up her inner thighs, touching everywhere but where she wanted him.

The heat in her face prevented her from answering as shyness overtook her. There were so many things she wanted him to do, yet she couldn’t find the words to tell him a single one.

“Please, touch me,” she finally managed to say, her throat feeling tight.

“I am,” he said punctuating the words with a squeeze of her thigh, his thumb so close to her opening that she squirmed to get him there, but Kit held fast. “Ask for what you want, Luna, or I’ll take what I want.”

She knew what she wanted, was practically screaming it in her head, but at his threat, she didn’t forget what she wanted to say—she just didn’t say it, biting her bottom lip to keep from even opening her mouth.

She wanted whatever he would give her—however he gave it.

When she didn’t respond for several seconds, Kit sighed like he was disappointed, but then he was rubbing circles over her clit and she couldn’t care less that he wasn’t pleased with her.

“You could have asked for anything,” he said on a whispered breath. “If you would have asked me to make you come, I would have—because that’s what you really want, isn’t it? You’re so f*cking wet it wouldn’t take anything to get you off.”

God, she was almost there right then, like his words were directly linked with her *. And as he said it, that was exactly what she wanted, then maybe she could finally think clearly.

“But now I have to drag this out because you want to be f*cking stubborn,” he said, though he sounded as though that was exactly how he liked her. He was still circling those fingers, dragging her higher until sharp moans were clawing their way out of her throat as she ground her hips against his hand.