Crimson Dichotomy (Dichotomy Saga)

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understands their cravings all too well.”
    She’d sensed it in Steffen from the start, a wildness, a barely contained aggression. It was part of what attracted her to him. “You’re right. I’m judging people I know little about.”
    “I’m not Taerok and neither is Max, but if we abandon the rules, we are no better than the ones we hunt.”
    “I understand, or at least I’m starting to.”
    He hooked his pinkie through the thin strap of her dress and dragged it off her shoulder. “I believe we have a date tonight.”
    “A date?”
    His warm lips pressed against her shoulder before he explained, “I told you I would demonstrate my need for control in intimate detail once the gala was over and you were safe.”
    “I’m pretty sure I already experienced that demonstration in my office. Besides, we’re not that far from home.”
    “Well, until I release him, the driver will continue up and down the Pacific Coast Highway, wondering why he can’t find your turn off. Of course he’ll be far too embarrassed to admit his confusion, so it might take hours for us to reach the estate unless you cooperate.”
    The passionate gleam in his eyes assured her he meant every word. He’d held himself back, offering her glimpses of his true nature. Now he had no reason to temper his aggression.
    She licked her lips and savored the heat pooling between her thighs. “What do you want me to do?”
    He looked around the spacious interior of the limo and grinned. “There are so many possibilities. Shall I lower the privacy glass, so the driver can watch you suck my cock?”
    She called his bluff with a beaming smile. “Whatever pleases you. I’m not ashamed of our desire.”
    A low groan escaped his throat. “You little hellion.”
    “I’m your little hellion,” she reminded him.
    He stripped off his jacket and tossed it to the adjacent seat. “Slip off that dress and get over here.”
    Pausing to kick off her shoes, she then pulled her dress over her head. She wore a strapless bra and matching thong. The lace-topped stockings didn’t require a garter belt, so she didn’t bother taking them off.
    She knelt on the floor between his legs and went to work on his pants. Her fingers pressed against the distinct ridge of his erection far more often than was necessary to open his fly. He fisted his hands on the seat but didn’t rush her.
    “You don’t let me do this nearly enough.” She closed her fingers around his shaft and stroked him from base to tip. “Your cock is amazing and you’re always so busy torturing me that I hardly ever get to play with it.”
    “I’ll try and remedy that from now on.” He sounded breathless and hoarse.
    Circling the flared head with her tongue, she enjoyed the earthy taste of his arousal. He felt hot and alive beneath her lips. Even taking him as deeply as she dared, she couldn’t get his entire length inside her mouth.
    “I’ll teach you how,” he whispered, effortlessly reading her thoughts, “but not tonight.” His hands touched her face and she looked into his eyes. “Suck me, slow and hard.”
    She drew on him over and over, swirling her tongue across his tip. Her fingers cupped his balls and squeezed his shaft, needing to experience all of him. He rested his head against the back of the seat and surrendered to her ministrations. Feminine power surged through her in a heated rush. She wanted to watch his features contort with ecstasy and feel him come deep in her throat.
    “No more!” He grasped her under the arms and lifted her effortlessly.
    “I want to take you all the way,” she protested.
    “Not tonight. Remember, this is about me controlling you. ”
    She chuckled. “If you say so.”
    He scooted off the seat and knelt behind her. She remained as she was, waiting for his next move. With a flick of his fingers, he unfastened her bra and tossed it aside. Then he dragged her panties to her knees and urged her forward. She braced her forearms against the seat and

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