Page 71 of Tempt Our Fate

I smack her ass, the sound of my skin against hers ringing loud in the small space. “Two can play this game,” I say, admiring the red mark I just put on her skin. I do it again, my cock stiffening at the loud moan from Pippa. She jolts, knocking over a bowl full of flour, which falls to the ground in a cloud of white powder until it covers both of us.

The mess doesn’t bother me. I wipe away the flour on her ass, annoyed by it obstructing my view of the red marks I’ve left on her ass cheeks.

“Camden,” she moans as I kiss the slightly raised skin, wanting to ease the sting.

“You like that, don’t you?” I note, letting my hand drift between her legs. The fabric of her thong is soaked through. “Being punished for being a defiant little slut.”

Her head falls forward, her fingertips going white from gripping the island so hard. “I—” Her words cut off when I sneak a finger underneath the triangle of fabric, running it through her wetness.

Goddamn. She’s soaking wet.

“I, I—” she stammers, her back arching further from my touch. “I’m so wet,” she finishes.

She can’t see me, but I smirk. “Good.” My finger slips inside her, inching in achingly slow.

“I know you’re feeling what I’m feeling, baby.” I slide another finger in, relishing in the way she tightens around my two fingers. “You can feel proud giving me one-word answers, thinking you have all the power. I’ll let you have your fun.” I nip at the meaty part of her ass, leaving a love bite next to my palm print. “Because your body speaks to me. It gives you away. We’re in this together.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she bites, pushing her ass into me.

I shake my head. Fuck. I like it when she talks back. “Keep talking back to me, baby. It turns me on.” I slide my fingers out of her, a small punishment for having the nerve to do it despite how hard it makes me.

She moans in annoyance, looking over her shoulder with anger in her eyes. “Don’t stop.”

Reaching around her, I grab her by the throat and bring her body flush against mine. My straining cock pushes into her ass cheeks, trying to fit itself in the seam of them. I feel her moan against my palm, the sound vibrating against my fingertips.

“Want to know why I stopped?” I force her chin up, my lips dancing across her jawline.

“Why?”

“Because I want to hear you say it.” My palms run along her body, her skin raised with goose bumps, traveling to the bottom of her shirt. I lift the fabric over her head, throwing it behind me.

I like having her nearly naked with my clothes still fully on. It’s hot as hell to see the difference between us.

“Hear me say what?” Her body shakes with anticipation. She jumps when my hands find her again, my fingers slipping underneath the band of her bra.

“That I drive you wild. That you think of me all damn day. That you don’t hate me anymore.”

“Hate’s a strong word. I don’t know if I ever hated you,” she confesses.

“Then tell me that you feel something stronger for me now. And that it isn’t hate.”

She doesn’t answer. In fact, she even seems to fight it so hard that her top teeth rake against her bottom lip as if she’s trying to force the words from spilling from her mouth.

“I’m waiting.” I slide the straps of her bra down her arms, getting rid of the fabric as soon as I can so I can feel her perfect, perky tits without anything in between us.

When she still stays silent, I pinch her nipple between my fingers, grinding my cock against her ass at the same time she lets out a loud, uncontrolled moan.

“Camden.” She tries to arch into me, but I roughly push between her shoulders until her cheek is pressed against the cold counter of the island.

“Be that way,” I mutter, letting one fingertip drift down her spine. She’s covered in goose bumps. I don’t know if it’s from the press of her skin against the cold island or if it’s from me. Maybe it’s both.

My finger stops at the small triangle nestled right between the dimples of her back. I pull at the fabric, pulling it down her legs. She’s fully bared to me now, ready for my taking.

I let my fingertip drift along the seam of her ass cheeks. She shudders.

“Has anyone ever touched you here?”

“Where?”