Page 73 of Bloodlust

"What are you—" Hayden's pupils widen, his green irises invaded by growing darkness as I undo my robe, the silky fabric dropping to my ankles. Glass shatters beside him as the coffee pot smashes against the marble tiles. He doesn't look down. He can't. With lecherous eyes, he soaks in every inch of my exposed body. If he wasn't hungry before, he's fucking famished now. "I?—"

"Oops," I say, stepping over the robe as I meet his blazing expression. "How did that happen?"

"You," he stammers, jaw tensing as I stride toward him. He grips the edge of my counter. Lucky fucking counter. "Cam?—"

"I'm going to take a shower now." I cast him an inviting smirk, satisfaction lacing my tone. I briefly glance at the shattered glass on the floor. "Clean that up, will ya? I would hate to see you bleed."

Making sure I give Hayden enough motivation tofollow me, I subtly sway my hips as I walk toward the main bathroom. In most circumstances, I like to be the first to bite. The first bite establishes dominance. Shows who's on top. Literally and figuratively. But Hayden? He seems like a biter too. I can sense it. His need for control. This should be interesting.

Will he take the bait? Will he bite?

My toes crinkle as I turn on the shower, adjusting the temperature before closing my eyes. Tepid water cascades down the top of my head, down my cheeks, lips, neck, dripping past my breasts.

Grabbing the nearest body wash, I squirt three drops in my hand and begin to lather, soapy suds forming across my needy skin. A tiny moan leaves the back of my throat as I massage my breasts, giving my nipples a gentle pinch.

"Harder." Hayden's voice booms from behind me as I feel his erection against my ass. I grin, gasping as he wraps his hand around my throat, his hot breath blowing in my ear. "Harder, Camilla. Now."

Game on.

"Like this?" I moan, twisting my nipples between my fingers as I arch my back. Hayden's cock presses further into my ass. "Mmm..."

"Harder," he demands. Definitely interesting. I bite my lip as the sensational pain spikes. My core pulses as he drags his thumb along the edge of my jaw, then coaxes my lips open. "Suck."

"Yes, Doctor," I breathe out in excitement. This is new. I fucking love new. I suck his thumb, my tongue swirling, flicking, saliva dripping down my chin. Haydenwraps his arm around my waist. His hand slides down my stomach, stopping just before my clit. "Mmm..."

"What do you want, Camilla?" Hayden's villainous chuckle reverberates in his chest, my spine writhing, my hips thrusting forward with desire. Fucking hell. He keeps his thumb in my mouth, squeezing my cheeks with his free fingers, hindering my ability to talk. "Come on now," he teases into my ear, licking the lobe. "Use your words."

Shit.

"Move your hands and it's over," he warns as I let go of my nipples.

Fucking bastard.

I regrip, squeezing even harder.

"Good girl. Is this what you want?" Desperate pleas echo against the bathroom walls as his fingers slither only a millimeter closer to my sex. Close enough to drive me wild but nowhere near as close as they need to be. "You should hear yourself right now, Cami," he rasps, sweeping his fingers against my clit. I buck forward, and he lets out a devious laugh. "It's not fun to be teased, is it?"

I shake my head against his chest. I hate him! I fucking hate him!

"I should really punish you,” he rasps. My eyes widen with shock as I crane my neck up. He smirks. "You thinkthisis punishment, Camilla?" His aroused, hardened gaze meets mine. "This is child's play."

I no longer like new.

This is why I always bite first.

He's making the rules. Thinking he's king.

But he's not.

A king is useless without a queen.

And I'm a fucking queen.

"Enough," I grunt, biting down on his thumb as I spin out of his hold. His startled eyes dart down to my hand as I grab the base of his shaft, stroking his thick cock as water spurts down from above. "Are you really trying to threaten me with punishment,Doctor?" I tilt my head, tightening my hold on him as I rotate my wrist, creating the perfect amount of pressure. He groans, the muscles in his throat clenching. "Oh, you like that, huh?" I take a step forward, forcing him up against the cold, tiled wall.

"Fuck," he moans, tilting his head back as I expertly jerk his cock. "Don't stop." I slow down immediately, casting him a disapproving scowl. He frowns. "I said don't stop."

"I don't like being told what to do," I counter, squeezing his dick, not so pleasurably this time, but he doesn't seem to mind. "We go at my pace, Doctor. Not yours."