she ached for him, despite the circumstances in which they found themselves. He looked so utterly… alone .
“Christian,” she began, but he flinched and pushed to his feet with a screech of the chair that silenced her.
“Enough of this foolishness,” he murmured, though if he spoke to her or to himself, she could not tell. “We are not here to become confidantes, Ava. I do not want your pity or your false condolences. We are here for a payment of a debt, and that is what I demand.”
He cupped the back of her head and dragged her through the water to slam his mouth to hers with a passion and a fever that could not hide his anger and frustration. She wanted to pull away, but she didn’t. She opened to him without hesitation and allowed him to pour his raw emotions into her body, just as he would pour his desire in a short while.
When he pulled back, he was breathing heavily and there was a wild need in his eyes that made her body quiver with anticipation. He was going to have her.
But to her surprise, he retook his chair rather than stripping down to join her or demanding she leave the warm tub.
“You were innocent,” he managed through clenched teeth. “And from your words and actions, I believe that means innocent even to yourself. Am I wrong?”
She shook her head, too stunned by the power of his sensual attack and the unexpected end to it. “I—I don’t understand.”
“I mean, did you ever touch yourself? Did you ever obtain pleasure by your own hand like the kind I gave to you today?”
“No,” she said with a blush. “I have never felt anything like that before.”
He smiled, slow and seductive. “Do it now.”
Ava stared at him, not fully comprehending. “What?”
“You heard me,” he growled. “I want you to touch yourself, under my direction. I want to see you make yourself come.”
Chapter Ten
The emotions boiling within Christian were wild and unruly. In fact, he had never felt this way before. He wanted to control this woman, possess her. He wanted to see her fall at his feet and surrender everything she was and everything she would ever be.
But for pleasure more than revenge.
She stared at him for almost the full count of a minute and then swallowed. “How?”
He arched a brow. Once again, she surprised him with her reaction. She was willing to please him, to open herself to his ministrations with little more than a nervous expression.
He leaned closer. She had soaped her body and the water was cloudy, but he could still see hints of her curves, slick and pink from the heat of the bath.
“Where I kissed you,” he began.
“My pussy, you called it,” she interrupted.
He jolted at her use of the vulgar term. Coming from her refined lips, it made him hard as granite almost immediately.
“Yes,” he managed, his voice cracking. “That’s right. The way I licked you is how you should touch yourself. You’re so responsive that once you start, your instincts should take over fairly quickly.”
“And watching this will please you?” she asked, her voice so low it hardly carried despite how close he was.
“It will,” he murmured. “And you will be pleased by it too. Not just because you will likely come, but because you will know you arouse your lover. You will be able to watch as I enjoy and endure your pleasure. Oh yes, there is something very wicked in that act.”
Her eyes fluttered shut, and she let out a broken sigh that he could not determine was from shame or pleasure. Her hand lifted, uncertain, and she placed it against her breast right at the surface of the water. He stared, almost unable to breathe, as she smoothed her palm over the swell, then lightly pinched her nipple.
It seemed her anxiety faded a bit when his assertion that she would enjoy the act as much as he did was proven true. Her second sigh was only filled with pleasure, and she swirled her thumb around the nipple of her right breast with increasing speed and pressure.
“Now lower,”
“Christian,” she began, but he flinched and pushed to his feet with a screech of the chair that silenced her.
“Enough of this foolishness,” he murmured, though if he spoke to her or to himself, she could not tell. “We are not here to become confidantes, Ava. I do not want your pity or your false condolences. We are here for a payment of a debt, and that is what I demand.”
He cupped the back of her head and dragged her through the water to slam his mouth to hers with a passion and a fever that could not hide his anger and frustration. She wanted to pull away, but she didn’t. She opened to him without hesitation and allowed him to pour his raw emotions into her body, just as he would pour his desire in a short while.
When he pulled back, he was breathing heavily and there was a wild need in his eyes that made her body quiver with anticipation. He was going to have her.
But to her surprise, he retook his chair rather than stripping down to join her or demanding she leave the warm tub.
“You were innocent,” he managed through clenched teeth. “And from your words and actions, I believe that means innocent even to yourself. Am I wrong?”
She shook her head, too stunned by the power of his sensual attack and the unexpected end to it. “I—I don’t understand.”
“I mean, did you ever touch yourself? Did you ever obtain pleasure by your own hand like the kind I gave to you today?”
“No,” she said with a blush. “I have never felt anything like that before.”
He smiled, slow and seductive. “Do it now.”
Ava stared at him, not fully comprehending. “What?”
“You heard me,” he growled. “I want you to touch yourself, under my direction. I want to see you make yourself come.”
Chapter Ten
The emotions boiling within Christian were wild and unruly. In fact, he had never felt this way before. He wanted to control this woman, possess her. He wanted to see her fall at his feet and surrender everything she was and everything she would ever be.
But for pleasure more than revenge.
She stared at him for almost the full count of a minute and then swallowed. “How?”
He arched a brow. Once again, she surprised him with her reaction. She was willing to please him, to open herself to his ministrations with little more than a nervous expression.
He leaned closer. She had soaped her body and the water was cloudy, but he could still see hints of her curves, slick and pink from the heat of the bath.
“Where I kissed you,” he began.
“My pussy, you called it,” she interrupted.
He jolted at her use of the vulgar term. Coming from her refined lips, it made him hard as granite almost immediately.
“Yes,” he managed, his voice cracking. “That’s right. The way I licked you is how you should touch yourself. You’re so responsive that once you start, your instincts should take over fairly quickly.”
“And watching this will please you?” she asked, her voice so low it hardly carried despite how close he was.
“It will,” he murmured. “And you will be pleased by it too. Not just because you will likely come, but because you will know you arouse your lover. You will be able to watch as I enjoy and endure your pleasure. Oh yes, there is something very wicked in that act.”
Her eyes fluttered shut, and she let out a broken sigh that he could not determine was from shame or pleasure. Her hand lifted, uncertain, and she placed it against her breast right at the surface of the water. He stared, almost unable to breathe, as she smoothed her palm over the swell, then lightly pinched her nipple.
It seemed her anxiety faded a bit when his assertion that she would enjoy the act as much as he did was proven true. Her second sigh was only filled with pleasure, and she swirled her thumb around the nipple of her right breast with increasing speed and pressure.
“Now lower,”
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