as powerful as he was.
I could deny him at any time. I could say my word and he would have to stop, and he would stop. Xander King had always been a man of his word.
Power glowed inside me as his hands dropped to my ankles, but I didn’t say seven. And I knew I wouldn’t say it.
Because there was nothing he could do to me that I wouldn’t want.
Slowly he ran his fingers up the backs of my legs, his palms hot against my calves and then the backs of my knees, and up to my thighs.
The look on his dark, handsome face became one of intense male satisfaction.
‘Beautiful,’ he murmured. ‘You’re beautiful.’
I’d always hated my beauty. Hated how it made me a target, how it made men always want a piece of me. But right now, standing in front of Xander with him looking at me, desire like a fire in his eyes, for the first time I didn’t hate it. I was glad of it. I was glad he found me beautiful and that it pleased him.
You’ve really lowered yourself to this? Pleasing a man?
But I ignored that thought and then it exploded into stars as Xander’s fingers tightened on the backs of my thighs and he leaned forward, brushing a light kiss over my stomach.
Goosebumps erupted all over me, the breath hissing in my throat. And then stopped altogether as he moved lower, burying his face between my thighs.
Pleasure twisted like a knife as his tongue pushed roughly inside me and I groaned aloud, my back arching.
Oh, my God. I was nearly ready to come apart. Again.
His hands slid higher, cupping my butt and squeezing. It hurt, but the pain was sweet somehow, giving an edge to the pleasure that was cascading through me.
He held me tightly, pressing his tongue deeper, holding me still.
I gasped, my hands reaching down and threading through his thick, silky black hair. Standing was difficult, my knees weak and shaky.
I wanted to lie down, spread my legs wide, give him greater access, but he held me tight and I couldn’t. And somehow that made it even hotter, the lash of his tongue even wickeder.
Oh, holy shit. He was going to make me come again.
But, just before the release hit me, he pulled away, dark eyes burning.
I moaned in protest, swaying on my feet as he let me go.
He licked his lips, one corner of his mouth curling in a smile that made me go hot all over. ‘Not yet, bad girl. It’s my turn now.’
He moved back to the sofa and sat down, spreading his thighs once again. ‘Kneel. Your mouth needs to be around my cock in five seconds or I’ll turn you over my knee again.’
I was helpless to do anything but obey him—not that I wanted to disobey. The thought of getting to taste him was making my mouth water.
Shakily I lowered myself to the floor, ignoring the hard press of the wood against my bare knees, then leaned forward, my fingers reaching for the zip of his suit trousers.
He didn’t help this time, letting me fumble as I got him unzipped then reached inside his boxers. He was long, thick, his skin hot and silky-smooth. And God, so hard.
That was me, wasn’t it? That was me making him hard.
He was staring at me so intently, so arrogantly I could hardly breathe. And then, like he could read my mind, he said, ‘That’s because of you.’ There was an accusing note in the words that made me shiver with delight. ‘You and your delicious pussy made me hard. Now, what are you going to do about it?’
I held him in one hand and eased forward between his thighs. ‘Shall I...suck it?’ My voice was embarrassingly thick and shaky-sounding, making me blush. But I couldn’t stop myself from adding, ‘Please...’
He made a rough sound. ‘Of course you should suck it. What did I say about getting your mouth around my cock?’
I didn’t need to be told twice. I bent, touching my tongue to the shiny head of his dick, tasting salt and musk.
A moan escaped me and I opened my mouth wider, taking him in deep.
God, he tasted so good. Raw and dark, and intensely masculine.
The look on his face mesmerised me, set in harsh lines of hunger, his gaze boring into mine with such intensity I wanted to look away.
But his hands were suddenly fisting in my hair on either side of my head, holding me still as his hips flexed and he thrust his cock into mouth, hitting the back of my throat.
I groaned, holding him as tightly as he was holding me, the sound vibrating against his shaft as he thrust again.
He bared his teeth, his breath hissing. ‘You’ve got no idea how fucking erotic this is, watching my dick disappear into your mouth.’ He thrust again. ‘I could do this all night.’
I couldn’t speak, not that I wanted to. Not that I could have with my mouth full of his cock. The ache between my thighs was getting unbearable and I was desperate to touch myself, get myself off because the taste of him and the look on his face, stern and commanding and full of desire, was turning me inside out.
Because, yet again, there was power here. A power that was mine. The power to make this strong, harsh, beautiful man breathless with desire. So much so that he wanted to make me his for the night.
You want to be his for more than one night.
I pushed that thought away hard.
I didn’t have time to think about crap like that, not when his cock was in my mouth and the harsh sounds of his breathing filled the room.
‘This is getting you off, isn’t it?’ His voice was gravelly and ragged. ‘Sucking my cock is making my bad girl horny.’
I nodded frantically. I didn’t know why I just didn’t touch myself. Maybe because I wanted his permission—which was totally against everything I’d believed about myself, but then again, this whole evening was totally against everything I’d believed about myself.
That I’d be some man’s fuck toy. That he’d spank me then order me to suck him off and that I’d like it.
No, that I’d love it. Even find power in it.
Makes a difference when someone other than yourself is punishing you, right?
The thought was fleeting, gone before I had time to hold onto it, and then he abruptly pulled out of my mouth and I let out a helpless sound of loss.
He ignored me, reaching for one of the condom packets then ripping it open. With a lazy, practised movement that stole my breath completely away, he rolled the condom down. Then, before I could move, he leaned forward and pushed me down onto the floor onto my back.
Kneeling between my thighs, he gripped my hips, hauling
