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Claire’s half-closed eyes were filled with passion. She was lost in her lust, moaning and squirming as I increased my passionate assault on her body. I knew it was unfair to manipulate her this way, but to get my chance with her, I would do anything, even if it meant not playing fair. Then I reminded myself of the old saying,“All’s fair in love and war!”
Pulling back, I looked into her eyes, the passion I saw there took my breath away, but there was a hint of something else too. Was that a glint of mischief?
My eyes narrowed, and I grinned, was my sexy little lawyer playing hardball with the player? Lifting my eyebrows in question, I waited for her response.
Claire still didn’t say anything, just smiled and leaned up to kiss me hard. So, she was playing then. I chuckled. It looked like she needed a lesson in submission. Game on, baby girl!
Her eyes were closed, and she rocked against me, panting. She was close to coming, but she wasn’t being a good girl. She wasn’t going to get her reward until she told me what I wanted to hear.
“Look at me, Claire,” I demanded, and her eyes snapped open.
“Do you agree to the bet, Claire?” I asked, more forcefully this time. When she still didn’t respond, I withdrew my fingers. She mewled a protest.
“Oh no, naughty girls don’t get rewarded. Now be a good girl and answer me. If you want to come, you need to agree to my terms.”
Chest heaving, she gulped and nodded.
“I need your words, Claire. Tell me you agree!”
“Yes!” she gasped, and I grinned.
“Good girl! Now, you get to come. Now, I’m going to make you see stars. Twice,” I told her as I reinserted my fingers and got to work on fulfilling my promise.
A few seconds later and she came moaning my name against my lips.
“That’s the first one,” I said with a satisfied chuckle. “Time for another.”
CHAPTER 21
CLAIRE
THE SAME DAY – PLAYING WITH THE PLAYER
Another? He really was intending to get me off again? Hell yeah, bring it on!
When my sexy Russian first suggested he could do that, make me orgasm twice in ten minutes, I had to admit, I didn’t believe him. But within a couple, he’d achieved the first and by the way my body was continuing to respond to his very thorough exploration, I thought he might actually succeed.
“If anyone can, Luca can,” the little thrilled voice in my head squealed.
Still, I had refused to give in to his bet. Why? Because I’d already been willing to give us a shot. He hadn’t needed to come up with this elaborate scheme to make me. I’d been about to tell him that when he stopped me from speaking, no doubt thinking I’d refuse, and set about in earnest trying to convince me. I moaned into his mouth, masking the giggle threatening to spill out and give my game away. The Player thought he could manipulate the Ice Queen? Not a chance.
Mr Sexy Kisser might easily thaw me out with his lips, but he had to learn that manipulating me wasn’t something I’d let him get away with. At least not often. Controlling me in the bedroom? Hell yeah! But while I loved submitting to hisdomineering ways—especially when he growled “good girl” in my ear—he’d better understand that it stopped there.
So, I kept quiet, letting him try to earn what I’d already been willing to give. It was so much fun watching him work for my answer, seeing that flash of uncertainty every time I held back. Luca’s lips smashed against mine, and he devoured me like a starving man, teeth grazing and tongue demanding. My body was already singing, heating up under his touch, but the best part was knowing I had him exactly where I wanted. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us, and every breath, every gasp, felt like proof of the fire burning between us.
“God, I’ve missed these lips. You’re such a great kisser,” he murmured, voice thick with desire.
“You too,” I moaned, unable to hide the pleasure coursing through me. It was true—the man was one hell of a sexy kisser. That was what had made him so difficult to resist. I’d been holding my ground until the moment he first claimed my mouth, and after that, no amount of stubbornness could save me. The second our lips met, I’d been his. I just hadn’t been ready to admit it until now.
My core still throbbed from my last orgasm, my hips arching up to meet his fingers as they rubbed my clit and thrust inside me, relentless and unyielding. Luca kissed me deeply, his growl vibrating against my lips and sending shivers straight down my spine. My legs buckled, my knees nearly giving out, but he held me steady, pressed tight against the door, my hands pinned above my head. Without him anchoring me, I would’ve melted into a puddle at his feet.
A wicked smirk played at the corners of his lips as his tongue dived deeper, exploring every inch of my mouth. He knew exactly what he was doing, knew he’d hit my Achilles heel when another low growl escaped him, louder this time, roughand primal. My eyes fluttered shut, rolling back in bliss as I surrendered to his control.
The man had Henry Cavill vibes pouring off him—broad, commanding, and dangerously sexy. Each growl, each thrust, made it impossible not to give in. My body was on fire, and every move he made only turned the heat up higher.
Oh, my god! What this man could do to me with just his voice, let alone those wickedly skilled fingers, defied all logic. No one had ever made me come so easily, so utterly undone, the way my sexy Russian did. And those lips? That kiss? I was hopeless against him.
When Luca sank to his knees in front of me, and his mouth replaced his thumb, I knew I was done for. There’d never be anyone who could live up to my Mr Sexy Kisser. He’d stolen my heart and branded me, body and soul, with his searing passion.